welsh dragon
Thanks but no thanks. I think I'll pass.
I love standing on the decking at the front of my house and hearing absolutely nothing. We might get 6 or 7 cars go up the lane a day and that's it. Total silence accept for the birds.
I love standing on the decking at the front of my house and hearing absolutely nothing. We might get 6 or 7 cars go up the lane a day and that's it. Total silence accept for the birds.
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Its usually the first thing I notice when I'm somewhere busy, how noisy it is.
It's very quiet here, just birdsong and the occasional steam train. We don't have traffic noise.
Have you been watching Malpractice. Won’t say to much as people may not have seen the final episode.
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Resist, must resist...Similar here re birdsong.
When we talk to people on our phones and the outside doors are open, they often comment on all the birdsong or the sheep baa-ing.
It's really Q here, but if the weather is still enough I can just hear the railway, which for some reason I quite like.I love standing on the decking at the front of my house and hearing absolutely nothing. We might get 6 or 7 cars go up the lane a day and that's it. Total silence accept for the birds.
It's very pleasing to see Scottish tourism so busy this early in the season. Lesson learned I feel, we will be booking earlier another time.
And the good news is...My countryman will often moan about it, despite the fact that many of the smaller islands cant sustain an industrial, farming or fishing economy and would be uninhabited without the tourism income.
And the good news is...
I had become resigned to staying Poshshire as that's where daughter #3 is and Mrs D was reluctant to move. However, daughter #3 announced u
yesterday that here and her feller are looking at moving to Oz, which leaves me free to move back to the islands and Mrs D has grudingly agreed in principle. Oh to go to bed to the northern lights, or to open the curtains in the morning and see seals at rhe end of the garden. Lumberjack shirts, walking boots and a nacked old Hilux and ill, be in heaven again. I'm thinking Harris (have friends there), or maybe the Uists.

Aren't the Isles full of incest, alcoholics and religious zealots?
Seriously though, each to their own and we love that part of the world but...
... for us, it is too remote and cut-off to be viable as a permanent location, especially in our advancing years.