Summer Thunderstorm

Thunderstorms have so much energy in them. They bring refreshment on a hot day and seem a perfect opportunity to sit back and be in the moment. In my childhood they often arrived in the evening. My family would switch off electricity in the house and we would sit in candle light by the window watching the spectacular lightning forks.

I always celebrate the first thunderstorm of the year, especially since I live in Scotland where they do not happen very often. This year I decided to record it and capture its magic forever. Who knows maybe I can use this recording to attract thunderstorms in the future…


I visited Boleskine a few weeks ago. It happened to be first truly warm and sunny weekend, just after the Spring Equinox. I did some sound recordings to capture the ambience and atmosphere of the place.

resized_DSCF3135Boleskine Power Station (click to listen)


Boleskine Forest Brook (click to listen)


Boleskine Ambience (click to listen)


Woodpecker at Boleskine (click to listen)


Dawn Chorus at Loch Ness (click to listen)

Bikes on Loch Ness (click to listen)



Winter Birds

We have a lot of snow falling this winter and keeping the birds well fed seem more important than ever. It feels wonderful to observe how they fly all over the garden, chase each other and search for seed, suet and mealworm under the snow.

Last Thursday a flock of fieldfares payed a visit to nibble on the berries. They arrived in a huge flock and I could not help but open the window to listen out for their calls.


As you listen imagine soft, thick layer of snow, cold, dry air smelling of pine and frost and bright red berries disappearing in the sharp beaks of the birds.

The chirping of sparrows  dominates  but fieldfares still can be heard.

Play Winter Birds.

On the personal note, fieldfares remind me of Kraków. I see a lot of them in the parks all around the city when I visit. They occasionally visit my garden here in Scotland but never before in such numbers. The day I did this recording was special for me. I learned that my Grandad (who lived in Kraków) passed away. He loved watching and feeding birds, something I’ve got from him. The day of his death this huge flock arrived in the garden and many fieldfares sat on the trees surrounding my house. It happened only this one time and felt truly moving and mystical. Slavic folklore associates birds with ancestors. Birds carry messages from the dead and help to travel to the underworld.