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I sometimes hear them too :o) , but usually at night.
Was it not Ronan Keating singing? ;-)
You make me homesick!!! I enjoy your Newcastle Daily Photo blog and have just discovered this one. Ive been having a quick read and your post further down about the Riverside brought back loads of memories (I left a comment on it about the bands I saw there). Saturday nights were always started at The Barley Mow and pints of snakebite, then onto The Broken Doll to sit outside usually in the freezing cold with a Jack Daniels and Lime then onto The Riverside (by then I couldnt tell you what I drank) Just aswell it was dark because by the end of the night because I usually ended up looking like Alice Cooper!!!P.S Dont tell anyone as I have a reputation as the ever so glamorous Vintage Kitten to uphold in Blogland.....If only they knew LOL! X
Words like this give me a pang, make me think that maybe it's time to live somewhere different. Simple yet, as you say, evocative. It also makes me remember being on a hilltop late one summer evening in Genoa, watching the ships slowly pull away from the harbour and gradually disappear over the horizon in the gloriously hazy dusk, knowing that they were on their way to Corsica, Sardinia or North Africa.
Becky, I don't hear them very often. I do often hear the trains going up to Scotland (and coming back) at night. It sometimes makes me long to run away somewhere....Mike - I knew it didn't sound quite right! ;o)Hee Vintage Kitten :) You make me nostalgic for the bars that have gone... trousers - not first for a change?! ;o) Thanks. Strange how simple noises can raise such complex emotions in us.
The Souter Lighthouse foghorn is sounded occasionally and can be heard from miles away
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