One of the things that surprised me, when I briefly moved to the green fringe of the fine city of Norwich in 2019, was the way the place sounded. It was quiet in a different way to the very rural house I’d moved from, where agricultural machinery and speeding cars had cut sharply through a bigger emptiness. At night in these sleepy streets, under a mile…
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