Now that’s what I call country music
Aug 31, 2022
3 minutes
CLOSE your eyes, lie back and think of Britain and its landscapes. On the screens of the eyelid come flashes of the grandeur of the Cairngorms, the misted and mysterious Fens, the sheep-nibbled Downs, the Thames meandering languidly and roses around the door of a Cotswold cottage. Then, you realise there is a missing ingredient. Sound. Every image inside the eyelid is improved by adding a soundtrack; the peeow of a buzzard, the rustling of the reeds, the plop of a water vole entering the water—because every British vista should simultaneously be a soundscape.
Our national soundscape, this intangible heritage, diminishes by
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