Rain. Rain falling in the night. Falling in the night when there's nobody about to hear it. Falling onto a little ramshackle garden made up of upturned pots, a patch of leaf scattered concrete, and a square of grass surrounded by sleeping shrubs and plants.
A little walled garden, basking under the falling water, still, under grey black suburban sky. Sometimes gusted, by a nosy, billowing wind. Does the rain know where it's going to fall?
An old tarpaulin hangs beside the raspberry canes. Beneath, a small piece of shelter. A small piece of peace, tapped by the tiny, scattering drops. Does this rain make a sound, when there's nobody around to hear it?
We hardly know anything of our garden at night. A few weeks ago we left the Lento microphones there, to find out. Under a waxed hat they recorded the passing hours of the night. City slumber, silk softness, and a band of tranquil, spacious rain. In the morning, it was the raindrops caught on the nasturtium leaves, that told the story of the night.
Sleeper train from Paris Austerlitz to Port Bou
Under a large umbrella (rain and thunder)
Suffolk Wood (part 2) - 9pm
Dawn on a Peak District moorside
Sheltering in the back garden (from a storm)
Suffolk Wood (part 1) - 8.30pm
Fowey, Cornwall - where land meets sea
Sleeping city waves
A babbling brook at night
Pyrenees walk cicadas
Episode 1 - Suffolk wood at 6am
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