It is 16 May 2016, a Monday afternoon. I am in a field in a remote part of rural Lincolnshire, just behind a potato warehouse, juggling an array of digital devices to record sound and images. In front of me is a bonfire of pallets, the air dense with wood smoke and pollen. Industrial sounds from the warehouse mingle with birdsong. Behind me the vast … Continue reading The sounds of places, and the road to Firsby station