The village bells at PumpjackPiddlewick

The weekend was spent working in the garden, clearing the dying flowers and plants. As dusk descended, the village bells told me it was time to stop.

Seven times they rang, and then once again. And then lots of general clanging. The additional clanging is a twice a day thing at the 7 hour. Oh, and the noon hour, too. (Though not the midnight hour.)

My village bells bong once at quarter past the hour, twice at half past, three times at quarter to. On the hour they bong four times and then ring out the time. Then do it again, in case you missed it or counted wrong the first time. (Which I often do.)

I love my village bells. They have a lovely tone. Deep enough that they don’t ring through you. Rather they are the perfect level to stay in the background. Unless I wish to know what time it is. Then, when the bells ring, I listen and count the bongs.

It’s surprising how I don’t hear them most of the time. It is an actual conscious thought to tune my ears and pay attention to what they are saying.

They bong the time through the night as well. Yet, even with windows opened (in summer) I don’t hear them. Unless I want to.

Being able to hear the time is a magical thing. A tradition that is slowly being lost as more and more people want to control the ‘noise’ in their world.

I was told there used to be a canon bang to announce mid day. That must have been something. A true announcement for all to down tools and enjoy the days main meal here in France.

The bells would have began life as the way for most to know what time it was, as clocks were expensive and wrist watches were a thing of the future. And if you worked in the fields it was a great way to tell the time. Or in my case, working in the garden, a great way to tell me it’s time to go in and make dinner.

Along a simple life Time theme…

Taking Time, the French Way

Autumn Time, A Time of Renewal

Time before the New Year

Spring Time is Here, Time to forage for violets

Summertime Time

The Most Beautiful Time

Quiet Time

and even – Bath Time (for ducks). Which reminds me, time to do that today.

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