Ooooh, I didn't know where this was going - what a great story, Sue!
We had a longer than usual power cut one morning last week, and for the rest of the day I could hear a distant alarm. We walked up and down the lane to check that none of our neighbours hadn't been broken into, and that no houses were on fire - they hadn't, and they weren't - and just couldn't place where the sound was coming from.
At around 6pm we finally realised that it was next door's mains-powered smoke alarm which had been messed up by the power cut. Our next-door neighbours were away, and the sound was coming through our party wall (we're semi-detached). Something about the physics of sound through bricks had made the noise unplaceable, if that makes sense.
All's well now that the ringing in my ears has finally stopped....! 🤣
Oh that must've been annoying enough to drive you just a little bit crazy. Glad it all worked out. You're right about the physics of sound obscuring direction. In our neighborhood, it's the opposite of your situation, though. Each house is on an acre lot ... plenty of space in-between houses. But there's lots of noise: chain saws and power tools from people's shop buildings, animal sounds, cars buzzing around. It's dirt bike central at the other end of the street. Whoever said the country is quiet didn't live in my neighborhood. It's hard to tell, though, where that annoying rock polisher or drill sound is coming from.
LOL! Yes, the country's not quiet at all, is it? I remember as a child some new people in the neighbourhood telling my parents at a local get-together that they would be so pleased that they'd moved from London to the country '...if only it weren't for the noise of those sheep'.
They blushed when we told them they were ours...! 😉
LOL! Oh, that's rich. Were they complaining about the bells. Frankly, one of the most amazing, spiritually moving moments for me and Jeff was when we came upon a herd of sheep grazing along a desert backroad. Hundreds of bells. I try to describe the wonder of that crystaline sound and always fall short.
Oh, how lovely, Sue! '...the wonder of that crystalline sound...' is such a stunning description.
No, our sheep didn't have bells - although I feel now as if we'd missed a trick! We only had a few sheep - they were such lovely characters - and why did those silly people even move to the country, hmmm?!
One does wonder, right? Somehow the fantasy of some lifestyles just doesn't fit the reality. I've always wondered why people will complain that the airport is just down the road and planes are flying over their house all the time. Didn't they drive around the area to check out such things?
Ooooh, I didn't know where this was going - what a great story, Sue!
We had a longer than usual power cut one morning last week, and for the rest of the day I could hear a distant alarm. We walked up and down the lane to check that none of our neighbours hadn't been broken into, and that no houses were on fire - they hadn't, and they weren't - and just couldn't place where the sound was coming from.
At around 6pm we finally realised that it was next door's mains-powered smoke alarm which had been messed up by the power cut. Our next-door neighbours were away, and the sound was coming through our party wall (we're semi-detached). Something about the physics of sound through bricks had made the noise unplaceable, if that makes sense.
All's well now that the ringing in my ears has finally stopped....! 🤣
Oh that must've been annoying enough to drive you just a little bit crazy. Glad it all worked out. You're right about the physics of sound obscuring direction. In our neighborhood, it's the opposite of your situation, though. Each house is on an acre lot ... plenty of space in-between houses. But there's lots of noise: chain saws and power tools from people's shop buildings, animal sounds, cars buzzing around. It's dirt bike central at the other end of the street. Whoever said the country is quiet didn't live in my neighborhood. It's hard to tell, though, where that annoying rock polisher or drill sound is coming from.
LOL! Yes, the country's not quiet at all, is it? I remember as a child some new people in the neighbourhood telling my parents at a local get-together that they would be so pleased that they'd moved from London to the country '...if only it weren't for the noise of those sheep'.
They blushed when we told them they were ours...! 😉
LOL! Oh, that's rich. Were they complaining about the bells. Frankly, one of the most amazing, spiritually moving moments for me and Jeff was when we came upon a herd of sheep grazing along a desert backroad. Hundreds of bells. I try to describe the wonder of that crystaline sound and always fall short.
Oh, how lovely, Sue! '...the wonder of that crystalline sound...' is such a stunning description.
No, our sheep didn't have bells - although I feel now as if we'd missed a trick! We only had a few sheep - they were such lovely characters - and why did those silly people even move to the country, hmmm?!
One does wonder, right? Somehow the fantasy of some lifestyles just doesn't fit the reality. I've always wondered why people will complain that the airport is just down the road and planes are flying over their house all the time. Didn't they drive around the area to check out such things?
🤣 They hadn't done their homework, that's for sure!