The quarry is singing!
Jan. 31st, 2016 01:02 pmI walked up through the quarry on the hill this morning. I like to go that way on Sundays, as it's quiet then with no Monster Trucks moving and no huge bangs. The huge bangs do shake the whole hillside when they happen, including our house, but I imagine they must be much scarier up close, with the warning sirens wailing.
It was a wild windy morning, the bare trees on the hill all bending with a tremendous rushing sound in the wind coming over from Dartmoor. The road runs below the hilltop, so it is sheltered, but the trees up on the top were roaring.
I went up on the road that runs through the quarry, and could hear a strange distant music. The whole place was shut up, with nobody about at all. Eventually I realised that the music must be the wind blowing through the metal steps and rails and bars that are arranged around the vast funnels and tubes and pipes that the quarry uses to process its sands and gravels.
The sound was like something between tubular bells, distant church bells on a windy day, and someone blowing a tune on a series of partially-filled bottles. It was surprisingly beautiful.
I've heard mines singing before, when the wind races across the top of a chimney on a hillside, it can have a sort of deep voice. But never a whole organs-worth of accidental instruments all singing together.
It was a wild windy morning, the bare trees on the hill all bending with a tremendous rushing sound in the wind coming over from Dartmoor. The road runs below the hilltop, so it is sheltered, but the trees up on the top were roaring.
I went up on the road that runs through the quarry, and could hear a strange distant music. The whole place was shut up, with nobody about at all. Eventually I realised that the music must be the wind blowing through the metal steps and rails and bars that are arranged around the vast funnels and tubes and pipes that the quarry uses to process its sands and gravels.
The sound was like something between tubular bells, distant church bells on a windy day, and someone blowing a tune on a series of partially-filled bottles. It was surprisingly beautiful.
I've heard mines singing before, when the wind races across the top of a chimney on a hillside, it can have a sort of deep voice. But never a whole organs-worth of accidental instruments all singing together.
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Date: 2016-01-31 01:35 pm (UTC)So, you know, it might not have been the wind in the quarry, but a random folk singer...
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Date: 2016-01-31 05:44 pm (UTC)And then, when the wind dropped, the music went away.
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Date: 2016-01-31 01:39 pm (UTC)(There are probably places where it occurs naturally. And the Colossi of Memnon are supposed to wail in the right wind. And I think Elgar is supposed to have heard his Introduction and Allegro walking in the Malvern Hills, but maybe that was just in his head ;-)
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Date: 2016-01-31 01:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-01-31 03:08 pm (UTC)How marvellous! I've heard hollow metal gateposts singing to themselves in the fields sometimes, but it's a very thin lonely sound.
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