Cities And Memory

It was a Saturday afternoon and I was browsing antiques at the Gloucester Antiques Centre when I heard the muffled sound of bells. I moved to the back of the shop to a barred door that led to the backyard and set my recorder.  Through the cracks in the door came the sound of Gloucester Cathedral’s bells ringing a few hundred meters away. They had been peeling intermittently across the city all afternoon. I listened a few moments until they fell silent and the sounds in the shop reasserted themselves. Recorded by Paul Stephens-Wood.