......... although it was never truly silent. Which is why the word tranquility is used more these days. Natural sounds this morning were all we could hear for so much of the walk, certainly for the hour before 7.30. Not sunny but pleasantly cloudy-bright. And there's no time like mid May for enjoying the greens, offset as they often are with white rowan flower and may blossom. Cow parsley is one of the most beautiful of the common wild flowers, blessed as it is with a pretty off-putting name.
Starring roles for blackcaps and cuckoos with several strident thrushes determined to get in on the act.Under the trees at the edge of the wood next to the fields is one of the best places to be. But the suddenness of the roar was startling and unwelcome.
You get more easily accustomed to the steady approach of a plane or helicopter, but these things are mean and stealthy like the little boy in the playground who creeps up then bellows in your ear.
Neither does the wildlife like it nor the farm animals - a herd of cattle and another of sheep were bolting in alarm on a nearby hillside. I wont be got up into one of those things until they produce a genuinely and continously silent model.Half an hour later the thirteen or so regulars had more or less settled down :
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