Four mini blogs
So much for ‘Lockdown’ being different
In a previous existence I think I was a mouse. Like mice, I scuttle away when I hear noise. Which makes lockdown an interesting experience. I’ve revelled in the quiet streets and the skies almost free of planes. But, otherwise, when I go for my daily walk, it is little different than normal. For years now I’ve walked past the shops, cafes and bars. With their hated loud music. It was as if they were shut to me. And now they are closed to everybody! I know by heart the few places that are free of the music. I can't wait to get back to them and be as quiet as a mouse!
To find a great list of venues free of background music check out https://quietcorners.org.uk/ run by the admirable Pipedown.
Buskers – the most arrogant breed in town
Buskers. Don’t you just hate them! It was OK years ago when they just strummed their guitars and sang their songs. But now they amplify it all with a loud sound system. Their noise – I believe they call it music – dominates the street and can penetrate the walls of the surrounding shops and offices. What arrogance to assume we want to hear their music! And, if we don’t, shouldn’t we be entitled to take money out of their collection hat.
Derail those train announcements!
They are over-long, over-loud and over-frequent. Stand behind the yellow line! - when there is nobody else on the platform. Take extra care in the wet weather! – as if we hadn’t worked out that for ourselves. Carry a bottle of water in warm weather! – you don’t say! Some underground, train and bus journeys have become an acoustic nightmare. There was a time you could get pleasantly lost in your own thoughts on a journey. Now you have no choice but to listen to somebody else’s words – repeatedly!
Those days the world goes quiet
First thing on New Year’s Day I always go to the laundrette. The walk from home is blissfully quiet. The revellers are sleeping off their hangovers. The parades haven’t started. Not a car on the road. Not a person in sight. Just me and my smelly socks. Sense - sational! Only a snowy day can match it. The moment just after the snow has fallen. Suddenly the cars are just creeping quietly by. Nothing can move fast or loudly. The people retreat into their homes. For a precious few moments the street is mine……and is silent.
Read (slightly) longer blogs on the next few pages:
Why Scandinavia is a favourite destination…..and it’s not Greta!
Paris: a long way to go for a cup of coffee!
I’d rather he bought a sex doll than a leaf blower!