I spend a lot of time sitting in silence looking at my kitchen wall. I love it. Not the wall, the silence. It’s relaxing and clarifying, and it gives me the opportunity to contemplate the big stuff.
After years living in Glasgow with noisy neighbours, Orange Marches, shouty football fans and constant traffic, and playing in bands, working with power tools, clubbing, pubbing and perpetually listening to loud music, I’d had enough commotion. I’ve since learned to treasure silence. At home in Hoswick, apart from conversation with visitors, playing an instrument or ‘actively’ listening to music, my life is quiet.