A long recording of ocean and birds from the farm my greatgreat grandfather was from. Thoughts about the sounds of then and now, the constants and the changes in any place. Looking at old photos of a time before machines arrived, when the sound of the Eider ducks, the Arctic tern, the Black Guillemot and the Oystercatcher, all heard here, formed the steady soundtrack to life on the farm in summer. Recorded in May of 2021.