Here is the sound of the Oldton countryside for you, Tim, with a photo to match. Not sure what kind of birds are singing, but I'm sure it will bring back memories for you.
This v short soundfile is at the heart of how I feel about my own lost childhood house - its roofless dereliction is a letting in of light, and of all weathers -
There is a Zen proverb: My barn has burned to the ground. Now I can see the moon.
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