A brief recording on my iPhone of the sounds around me one morning at dawn. There were seagulls, birds that I’m too ignorant to name and distant cars which sounded, to me, as they passed, like the gentle lapping of the sea on the shore.
CREAMLINE DAIRIES, REDBANK, MANCHESTER 5.55AM I awoke at 4.55AM to a single bird chirruping, sensing dawn’s approach, and my first thought of the day was whether the other birds had murderous feelings towards this lone piper as it roused them from their slumber. As I was readying myself, for some reason I kept wondering as to why I never felt threatened when I went out, why I just assumed I would be safe from being mugged or assaulted. The morning, […]