Saturday, 27 May 2017
Background bloody music
This is at the end of the garden of the A-frame house in Wales. It is such an idyllic place with a dawn chorus so loud that it cannot be ignored. I think that the constant bleating of sheep might wear on me after a while, but I would probably just get used to it. If I can put up with the traffic noise here then I could certainly handle the sheep.
Although none of us could get anything like a phone signal, I notice that my phone knew where it was when I took this photo, and it also knew the time and date. Builth Wells was as close as it could guess with the satnav switched off, so I am guessing that it still talks to satellites without my permission. One of the lads said that this would be the perfect place to commit a murder with your phone still switched on, but this photo proves him wrong. That could have been his fatal mistake, Sherlock/Poirot/Marples.
I have one little complaint about this trip but I could not mention it on The Lad's birthday, especially as it was him who invited us.
As soon as we arrived and began sitting on the veranda listening to the rich bird song, he plugged in his Bluetooth speakers and began playing music. The music continued without a break until his Grandmother begged for just 5 minutes 'silence' so we could simply soak in the aural surroundings. He turned it off for about 15 minutes, then it got turned back on again and was not turned off until we turned in.
We got in The Daughter's car to go home the next morning, and Son in Law immediately turned on Radio 2. This time all protocol went out of the window and H.I. just ordered him to turn it off. She was not going to go through another 2 hours of crap music, even if it meant upsetting the driver. I would not have had the guts, but I am very grateful she did.
Posted by Tom Stephenson at 04:51