I was staying at a small campsite in Foyers in the middle of January. I woke up one frosty night and left wooden ‘wigwam’. Air was cold and the clear, starry sky stretched over my head. Bright, nearly full moon was shining over snowy top of Meall Fuar-mhonaidh.
I stood over the shore and began doing my recording. I could hear splashing waves and I had a sense that something was strolling in the waters but when I turned my head I could only see the calm shore of the loch. I was staring into black shiny water and I had a sense that something stared back from its depths… Shiver went down my spine and I couldn’t tell if it was from cold or from profound sense of weirdness.
2013 has been a windy year here in the U.K. I spent New Year in Plymouth and I went for an early evening walk to Barbican and small sailing boat marina on New Years Eve. It was very windy and cold but I felt urge to be by the sea. I am glad I had my new portable recorder with me because the sound in there was amazing. Wind singing in the masts, waves splashing on the pebbly shores, clinking of the boats… It was an orchestra played by the sea wind and the harbour witnessed by very few people. I went down to the sea and put my hand in the water to greet the spirit of the winter storm and thank it for this amazing experience and for the recording.
When I was arriving back home first droplets of rain began falling. I went to the top of the old Victorian house I was staying in. There is a sheltered laundry area on the roof and I stayed there listening to wind and rain.
In autumn birds begin to travel in search for food. Migrations begin and if you observe nature carefully you will notice different birds becoming more prominent in your surroundings.
In this recording you can hear Robins that become more territorial as the food becomes scarce. Flock of geese fly south towards Loch Ness in search of new feeding grounds and blackbirds having their disputes.
One October night when the leafs began falling and an owl sated on a branch of a tall tree was hooting till dawn.
Autumn morning on the edge of a city with crows beginning to forage and dispute.