It is very rare today especially living in a conurbation as I do to hear the natural sounds of nature as there is always a background noise of some description.
One sound comes instantly to my mind in that category. There is a small pine wood at the Broadgate crossroads and that is where the sound originated. I love to hear the sound of wind in trees at any time. The sound of the wind blowing through the pine trees produced a unique sound which I think is described as the wind soughing through the trees. When you walked through the wood you made very little noise because of the thick covering of pine needles which had accumalated over the years.
On the opposite side of the road there was a seat and when out for a walk we would spend a few minutes having a bit crack about life in general.. When there was a lull in the conversation there would be the sound of the wind soughing gently through the pine branches.
There is a few pine trees on the banks of the Tyne in Hebburn
but the soughing never sounds the same from that small wood. Perhaps again there are too many background noises in that are what with industry on the North bank of the river and the Metro rattling along about a hundred yards away.
It was not out of the ordinary on a Sunday afternoon to walk past Ushaw Moor Colliery, turn left down to Broadgate and up the road to Ragpath. Follow the track to Esh Winning then turn left and walk up to Stand Alone Wood. On the way up to Stand Alone you followed the old Roman road Deare Steet for a short distance. Turn left and walk to Pit House Colliery and cut through the Pit Yard and follow the track down the Church Fields to Eshwood Street at the bottom of New Brancepeth. Cut through the Pit Yard at New Brancepeth and join the road to Ushaw Moor and so home for Sunday tea. I always enjoyed my Sunday tea ( home baked pies and tarts etc). I hope the spelling is OK as the text seems to have gone awry in the Text box.
Brian Mc.
Friday 22 July 2011
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Thanks for that very thoughtful piece Brian. You are a Deerness Valley boy through and through and it shows in your writing.
ReplyDeleteI recall walking along the path from Ushaw Moor village towards Esh Winning very late at night listening to plaintiff wolf howls from what seemed to be the Eshwood area. I now think it more likely that it was a domestic dog making that noise!
WB
Or ' China ' Waugh trying to scare the pants off you.
ReplyDeleteI have had two hearty laughs today, one was about Jesus [not in a disrespectful way] and the other was about a sadistic looking, but rather ineffectual, Mr Waugh of 50s vintage. Thank you for the latter laugh Peter.
ReplyDeleteDon't Know China Waugh. The only Waughs I knew lived in the last house In Temperance Terrace. George Waugh? Can you fill in the details?
ReplyDeleteHi Brian
ReplyDeleteTaking account of the ages of those concerned - about 11 to 12 - its best to leave such childish incidents in the past; it was nothing more than kids exploring their own identity and effect on each other. None of it reflects on our up to date, super charged adult versions. Much ado about nothing; to be or not to be...
By the way I will need details of your book choices and beer preferences before the autumn. The glittering prizes post refers.