"What in the name of Hade's wardrobe is that?"
I'm asking myself this question. On my own you see, in the middle of a wood somewhere between Norfolk and West Wales and there's an almighty sound surrounding me. It's a techno beat. It sounds mechanical yet strangely organic too and it's getting louder!
I wonder if it's one of those birds from YouTube? The ones that can mimic any sound. It heard 808 State on the radio the other day and is now belting it out like there's no tomorrow, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.
Either that or it's some kind of hydraulic pump. Most probably the later but I do like the idea of the former, so I take out my sound-recording/picture-taking/video-recording/web-browsing/people-talking/must-have-at-all-times-21st-century-extension-of-myself and record a minutes worth of this banging beat, with the intention of using it to start a new tune when I get home.
I say 'intention' because I won't do this. I'll get home, check my emails, get some pasta on the go, crack open the vino and settle down to watch the entire seven series of Peep Show.
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