Silence

I have been thwarted of my noisier pursuits so am sitting here in the center of a web of humming: the washer and dryer, the recharging of my cordless drill, Stefan's puffer. Spot the thwarter.

There is never really silence here, I can hear cars passing from my office, and birds calling, and when it is windy the clacking of sheets from the marina is constant. The hum of life which does include machines.

We are about to go off in search of the ocean, the winds have been so rough there should be dramatic surf up along Point Reyes. My mind has been in Dorset because I was listening to Ramblings on Radio 4, from Devon which is not so far.