During the day and at night, the wind has been blowing. Moored in front of my house, vertical to the shore/wall is a row of sail boats. Their sails are lowered and trussed leaving only the rigging/lines taut on the masts. Whether in the house, or biking, the sound made by the wind blowing over these taut ropes is loud. A moaning sound. A call out. An other worldly sound. Part stringed instrument, part wind-in-the-willow, part comforting, part eerie.