Today is a bit like Norn Iron
-dreich and East windish but colder.And silent. At our cottage up Bath Lane, Newcastle we can open a window (well we can't actualy open one since the frames swelled, but we can go to the door) and we can hear the sea just behind the traffic on the main road. In Hutton we can open all doors, stand in the garden, even stand on the roof and hear nothing. Certainly no traffic, certainly no sea. Birds yes, the distant rumbling of Cow's three stomaches, possibly. But human originated sounds few and far between. Mr R next door may start up the occasional heavy machine and it roars out of his yard and silence returns to Hutton.
Someone once told me that it can be so quiet you can hear gentle breathing from the graves in the church yard. More likely after midnight she said. I have to admit I have never ventured next door in the wee hours-or anytime after dark for that matter. And I am not sure it would be worth it as a life enhancing experience.I like stillness comforting not flesh creeping. Not deathly silence, as it were.
Yes, Anxious of Ayton the frog spawn seems fine despite the frosts we have had since their birthday.
No I can't actually hear them breath either