The Canberra Experience
When I first notice the sound I dismiss it as somebody’s ringtone. There are five of us in the house – all with smart phones. Or maybe someone’s found an old radio amongst all the curios that adorn this borrowed accommodation of ours. Perhaps someone’s on Youtube. It’s just before dinnertime after one of a succession of full days taken up with seeing the sights of the national capital. Everyone is scattered around the house enjoying some down-time. It’s not until someone calls out, ‘Is that a flute?’ that in the quiet, as we all stop what we’re doing, I allow myself to focus on the sound. Some of us go outside to listen and are rewarded by hearing the most beautiful lilting melody as it carries over the train tracks from somewhere beyond the surrounding paddocks. Bagpipes. We listen, incredulous and bemused. Curiosity satisfied, everyone else returns to their individual activities. I linger outside and soak up the sounds. Set against a backdrop of the calls of sulphur-crested coc