I learned what the true definition of the word 'quiet' is. At the cottage in Doochary where we stayed for a good part of our trip, it's situated on a country lane just outside of a very sleepy little town named Doochary.
Google it - there aint much there.
Anyway, the cottage is set back a ways from that lane virtually no one travels and a few miles from that sleepy metropolitan crossroads, and if nothing else, it is quiet. Very, VERY quiet there.
What a joy it is when the loudest thing you can hear is the breeze rustling tree branches. Gee, ain't it great to be back...
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