Water is literally all around and when it's calm and still you become blissfully unaware of the closeness of it. Only when the gods become angry does it rise to the forefront and remind you of its presence, then you definitely become aurally aware. It can arrive gently as tiny droplets like thousands of pin pricks landing in flurries on the steel roof above or as the rain droplets get bigger they can ping endlessly and quite noisily. Now and again you hear a higher pitched metallic 'ping' as it bounces off on one of the brass mushrooms that act as air vents - still after a while you get used to the sounds and find it quite therapeutic .Then as the wind strengthens, small waves are formed which ripple across the canal and eventually lap musically against the hollow hull. With this symphony and the occasional creak or groan from the wood it's alt part of the rich tapestry of sound that boaters drift off to sleep to as they float on the cut through the darkest nights......
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