Sounds

You may imagine that I do nothing all day except peer out of the window, photographing anything that moves. That's not true — though when I'm in the mood for being distracted, it's consoling and convenient to be able to wander to the window and see what's going on.

However, I witness the work on the Quaker burial ground much more with my ears than my eyes. The timbre of the sounds has changed this week, with the departure of the digger. There's much less motor rumbling (the shovel-buggy has also been on light duty), and thankfully fewer big thumps too. This week we've had the return of the buzz-saw (used a lot in the first week, when the railings were being cut down), and a large amount of hammering, associated with the carpentry work going on in the Meeting House Garden. Then there are subtler sounds: the shaker percussion of the small cement mixer, or hand-held spade work, either scraping the gravel under the ball court fence, or shovelling some black soil, via a wheelbarrow, to the gap between the court fence and the Chequer Street border.