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I was in the park today, throwing the tennis ball for Emma, when I suddenly realised how noisy it was. There were a lot of sirens as well as assorted building works, the occasional plane flying over head and traffic from the bypass. There was a bit of a wind but I couldn’t hear the trees rustling because of all the human made sounds.
It’s not always been this way.
I remember, before covid interrupted the planet, our back garden was a place of solitude. Okay, on days that the wind blew in the wrong direction or when the sky was leaden, we might hear the traffic on the Six Bells Roundabout but, essentially, it was relaxing.
Then we went to Sweden and it was extremely quiet.
Upon our return, we were very aware of the noise. We thought it was because our ears had grown accustom to silence. But, as time moved along, the noise in Farnham seems to keep getting worse.
I realise, there are more houses being built, attracting more people who have more cars which, all together, means more noise, but it seems a bit too sudden to me.
Or maybe my hearing is improving as I get older, in a reverse of perceived wisdom. God, I hope not.
Anyway, the park still looks beautiful, even if it does sound bloody awful.
I guess that’s one good thing about people constantly having things in their ears.
