This silent countryside is really not so silent after all. The wind blows "hwuh, hwuh, hwuh" in my ears, and further away, is humming through the trees. Somewhere in the hedgerow, a twig cracks as some small creature moves away. Birds in the trees scatter their machine gun "kcha kcha kcha kcha", and in reply, "trrrk, trrrk, trrrk". Low baaing of sheep in the big field, and somewhere far away the high pitched whine of a chainsaw, cutting christmas trees. In the distance, grey clouds turn pink, as the sun, such a late visitor today, drops low and disappears.