"Can we have some wind chimes, Archdruid?" they asked me. Why of course, I replied. What could be more chiming than a little aeolian auditory alliteration, I thought. The gentle tinkle of wind chimes as the spirit moves them, the silent movement of the breeze which blows where it will turned into a music to soothe the wounded spirit and feed the hunger of love. Play on, said I.
I suspect that it was Young Keith's intention to make up for the fiasco of the Twiglet wattle and daub. Maybe that was why he decided to go for it in a big way. But using scaffold poles as wind chimes was possibly a bit much. I mean, I didn't want a crane parked in the Community car park. It's occupying a load of space that we need for parking 4x4s. On the other hand, you can hear their soothing tones from Woburn .
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