Aldeburgh, Suffolk

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Today I swam, then sat, listening to the wind on the beach and the sea moving in its wake. What a symphony. Brief but worth it…it doesn’t take long for the hypnotic pulse of the waves and the moving shingle to capture you, as the wind gets stronger over this brief passing of time…

Crag, Suffolk

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Here I find myself enjoying just a few minutes of the birds, after my walk, as the day is winding down…swallows, doves, seagulls. There’s beauty right here at my own front door, overlooking the garden…

Crag Path, Suffolk

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I also like the transition points where my feet on the pebbles go to sand, to concrete as I walk up the beach, leaving behind the sea, approaching the sea wall, near the Cross Keys Pub and the fisherman’s beach shop. This begins the walk along the sea front, passing slow moving bicycles and prams, the boating pond with miniature multi-coloured dreams floating on tiny sails, and along through town, amongst the tourists, into and out of different shops…see if you can guess which shop I am in as I walk…can you feel the different atmospheres?…

There’s one last one … Aldeburgh Beach Walk Ends

Crag Path, Suffolk

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Walking on the beach is a joy to me, there is something about the ‘edge’, where water is meeting sand, the movable the established, and yet there is still room for change to occur. The water’s edge is nature’s negotiating point. This is where new things become possible. In this recording, you will hear the sea is a little more urgent than at other times, the waves quite close together. See where it takes you as I walk away from the Martello Tower towards Thorpeness…

There’s more .. Aldeburgh Beach – part 2

Harefield, Middlesex

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Do you ever stop to listen to the rain? One of the most beautiful sounds to my ears in this moment was the rain falling as I sat inside my car…the car windows steamy with condensation from my breath, hot from running, and the persistent yet gentle patter of water that was feeding everything outside. It’s a hypnotic sound and, if you can take a moment, very relaxing too…I was sitting in my car in the car park of Coy Carpe, having run to escape the weather change from the beautiful heat of sunshine and the prevailing wasps buzzing around my pub lunch, to this sudden downpour that did not look close to ending. Once seated inside, I realized that I was enjoying a concert of rain that I could have easily missed in my hurry. I’m so glad I didn’t.

Glastonbury, Somerset

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These springs are a gift, a water source, replete with iron that gushes out of the Tor herself, at her base. Inside these wet caverns the water sounds wrap themselves around each visitor and, as my own voice emerges, I am in duet with the water, moving in and out of her dominant gentleness, in this naturally acoustic environment. She is so powerful…

Glastonbury, Somerset

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This is a place that I go to sing, to be sung…in the Church Tower on top of the Tor.  It is enchanted…and enchanting. It is Avalon. There are parts of the earth that pull us into herself and there are certain places that quietly yet tantalizingly demand that I sing…this is one of them. On this occasion I am accompanied by a fellow sound traveler, Estaryia (and her chimes). We surprise a few resident birds. Follow the peaks and lulls of our play as the Tower, the Wind and the Elevation sculpt the sounds from us…