Chalkwell sound blanket, 2015

Foggy, but I don’t remember it being particularly foggy. The microphone is positioned on a breakwater, on the beach below the bowling greens with the tide nearby.

You hear the rumble of a ship, a bird calling, the fog horn at the end of the pier, faint in the distance. The loud, regular pounding you get from shipwash. You also hear some passers-by on the pavement, heading towards Westcliff.

Recorded about 2.00am, so perhaps the lucky people of Chalkwell Esplanade had been lulled to sleep by this melody.

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