Deafening silence.

Born and raised in the city, The sound of a thousand cars, driving endlessly along long motorways and tight city streets, formed the background to my life. I often used to hear people say "I going to go to the country and get away from it all." yet however remote the British countryside is, it's not a patch on this place....

This place, and in particularly the sound of spring had proved to me that silence doesn't truly exist, without being aided by a human invention. The sound in a village however, is far more deafening than that of a city.... But promotes a whole different emotion. The sound of birds, frogs, goats, cows, pigs and other such creatures, replace the dull monotony of a constant hiss of motorised movement. Yet for all these sounds are entirely natural and on their own a whole lot quieter, the sporadic chorus of noise becomes deafening; but wholly peaceful.