If I had to choose one place for its wondrous sound, it would be just inside the little gap in the stone wall that leads down to Annestown Beach.
Here one is treated to a mingling of the cawing of the resident crows and the crashing of the Atlantic waves.
And all the while, the waves roll in and the tides ebb and flow:
Where is your special place when you just want to listen?
SOCIAL BRIDGE ~ Jean Tubridy connecting with you from Ireland 
You’re crows sound just like Canadian crows…..ummm! I guess there is no language barrior between them. I wonder if there would be a language barrior with crows of a different tongue. Ok that is enough of me amusing mind..LOL
I’d love to know too but I suspect not.
We will never know. 🙂
Inside my mind jean I retreat inside to really listen. If I had to name a place it would be a beach, or a moor!
That’s interesting about ‘inside the mind.’ There’s clearly plenty of creativity going on in yours anyway.
🙂 it is the only safe place I know xxx
I can understand that fully.
🙂
Crows and the sea are two of my favourite sounds – I’ve just been thinking about this today Jean as one of my blogging friends has set a challenge around ‘hearing’!
What a coincidence, Andrea.
I’d associate you with the sound of pencil on paper and pages turning.
Early in the a.m. when it’s still dark or after the snow storm has left …the stillness always reminds me of the hymn Silent Night
Fascinating to see Silent Night stays with you beyond Christmas. It’s like it is tied to it in my mind.
The birds chirping in the first morning light…a seashore anywhere with waves lapping the rocks and sand…wind rustling the leaves in the forest.
Suz, you’re definitely in my camp!
I’d like to go back 120 years before motor vehicles, late in the evening, only the sounds of nature; then the lone sound of a steam train puffing by and disappearing again into the night, leaving silence.
Or the 1960s in a major railway station listening to the great steam engines clatter, hiss, clang, puff – coming from and going to strange destinations.
Roy, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised by this but I am a weeny bit.
I just love the way you describe the sounds.
I love listening to the sounds of huge international airports. I just close my eyes and listen. Different languages, conversations, emotions. There is no other place where the humans sound like one, and where their destinies seem more like each other than they are different.
Some nights i wake up at odd hours.. one o’clock, two, or even around midnight and i hear a bird singing, sometimes more than one.. I lay there and absorb the sounds filling my whole being with joy. Those are precious moments.
Yes, that resonates totally with me. Lovely description.