157 Immersed in Bayford Woods (an ear-witness account)

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Sometimes we feel it’s right to share an ear-witness report from a place where natural quiet and human-made noise co-exist. Our last episode like this was from the Forest of Dean (episode 135). We feel they mark the aural-reality and document the state of the world we live in today. Human-made noise has quite varied effects and meanings, not always bad. This latest report contains sounds most urban dwellers hear everyday, but here in a countryside setting in January.

This episode contains intense periods of forest peacefulness as well as huge flocks of jackdaws and a woodpecker. One quite distant gunshot is heard plus a heavy passing freight train, more planes than we’re perhaps used to, and a tractor that caused the hundreds of jackdaws to take flight. The gunshot happens just before 11 minutes. We did (for listen-ability reasons) cut out over a hundred similar often much louder shots but kept this single one in for the ear-witness report of pheasant shooting season.

Surrounded by open farmland in the Hertfordshire countryside, Bayford Pinetum has become a fascinating place to us. Fascinating because each time we visit it seems to have fundamentally changed in some material way, but still somehow maintains its same, curiously mysterious, sound-feel. 

It’s a very picturesque environment. Easy to take photos and feel visually immersed in nature surrounded by ancient trees and a rich carpet of lichen, moss and fungus. It’s also not that difficult to imagine why people believe witches and fairies inhabit places like this. 

To the ear, and during periods of quiet, when no trains or planes are passing, there’s a delicate white noise sheen in one part of the forest. It hangs like a fabric, very spatially in the airspace immediately above, as you move along the path. It has a strong enlivening and relaxing effect and is audible on headphones in this sound landscape recording. We think it’s the sound of a small babbling stream, about fifty yards from the microphones and down a gully, being reflected off the extensive lattices of winter bare branches and boughs high overhead.

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