Noisy Gardens

My next door neighbour fixes cars. He has engines and I don't know what running all weekend. He Has absolutely no consideration for any of us. The whole neighbourhood think the same and yet...we say nothing. I just don't want a fuss. You hear such awful stories in the press of these things getting out of hand. We cope by hardly using the garden. We are out most of the week at work. When we have good weather we go out. Our garden is very small. We cut the grass, hang out washing but do little else. So it doesn't bother us too much. I do agree though that life is getting noisier. I have a memory of a holiday 10 years ago. Taken very late in the season. A long stretch of beach with not another living sole on it. The only sound to be heard was the turning of the tide, whoosh in, whoosh out. For the first and only time in my life my mind emptied,time stood still and I lost two hours. Complete peace. Lovely. Have a lovely bank holiday.

When we moved in here lazy weekends were often spoiled by next door's children playing very noisily. When their mother asked if it was disturbing us I bit my tongue and replied 'no I love to hear children playing!'

Thank goodness I did as now 7 years later hers are teenagers and don't play out much but it's the turn of my noisy GC

Though not usually at weekends.

It's on a Sunday here that the noise steps up. Next door drilling and DIYing, next door but one sanding his precious boat (roll on next month when he drives it off to North Wales for the summer), and the people next door to him have loud BBQs. Luckily, no-one's around the rest of the week - perfect bliss!

Oh crumbs! I hope none of you is living next door to me!

We live on the very edge of town. The sea and a main road to the front and open fields to the back. I don't notice the road unless something really big goes by. I'm lucky there are no children in our row of 11 houses. Next door only lives there part of the time. The other side has a dog which is sometimes noisy but other than that it's just the birds. In fact I'm in the lounge now with the back door wide open. ( we have a cat that thinks she's the size of an elephant ) and I can hear the birds. I do feel fortunate.

The only things I can hear out here are very loud birdsong (they are all "at it"!), sheep baa-ing and the cows farting! Bliss! This is why we stay in this entirely unsuitable house!!

But it's not quite so brilliant in the winter when we need to get to a shop!!

It was very quiet here until the people next door but one got a second dog - this one gets all the others within hearing going.

I actually got to sleeping without earplugs (always necessary in Oxford) but not now....

The noisest things where I live are ..... rooks! Zillions of them live in the big trees in and around the church yard, and at the moment are nesting and screaming at each other all the time.My DGS calls it rook wars, and likes to collect all the feathers that float down.

Depends on season- in Summer I love to hear the distant sound of cow bells Most days are really quiet- just the odd tractor passing by- but of course sometimes a neighbour mows his lawn, a tree is cut- kids laughing. Sparrows are nesting in the beams above our bedroom (outside rafters) and young are feeding, and they make such a lovely racket. Kites meeewing, fieldfares 'cackling' and so many other birds- I love to listen to the chatter of swallows.

Foxes made quite a racket during mating season in late winter- now gone quiet. Oh- and Church bells at 12 midday, and 10pm, funerals and rare services and weddings.

We used to have neighbours who on sunny weekends would have barbecues which started at 10 am Saturday morning and ended late on Sunday evenings. There would be loud music and constant people coming and going. I decided that it was not the noise of the children playing that was the biggest problem but the noise of the parents yelling at them. Another neighbour contacted the police but nothing was done. Requests to turn the noise down was met with blank stares. What joy when the for sale sign went up and now all we hear is birdsong most of the time. I don't begrudge anyone the occasional party but almost every weekend was too much.

We lived in Germany for 6 years where no washing hung out after 2pm on a Saturday and no grass cutting on a Sunday. Most certainly no washing of cars on a Sunday.
Mind you, that was 20 years ago, I wonder what it is like now.
Actually I agreed with those rules but it was easy for me.

Lawnmowers, strimmers, diy, people cutting paving slabs, chain saws etc etc.
Sometimes, mainly weekends. All the sounds of busy people.

Other times extremely quiet, apart from a neighbour's yappy squealing little dog which upsets everyone. We hope this might stop now that someone has had a quiet word in the owner's ear.

Here it is no noise on Sundays or public holidays, which is great. It is also illegal to hang out washing where it can been seen by neighbours and passersby, anytime. Some of the country areas are quite lenient on the last one but in the cities it is a big no no.

The problem is our neighbours make a noise when they mow their lawn, prune their trees, make a patio or decking, trim their hedge. etc. etc.

When we do it, we are their neighbour and they probably think we are a ruddy nuisance making a noise.

where is 'here' felice. Expats in rural Switzerland complain like crazy about Sunday rules and keep saying this is only a Swiss thing!

I live in a small rural village- and my parents used to live across the road. As long as they were there, nobody would have put washing out on a Sunday, or mowed the lawn, used power tools, etc. Not because he would have complained, but out of natural deference and respect for older traditions, way of life. Since they've gone- nobody cares- neither of my neighbours are relligious- and we just do what we want- but taking care not to make noise if we know someone worked the night before, or when someone has visitors, and outside BBQ, etc.

As we live in Ye Olde Vicarage next to the Church- we don't put out washing or mow lawn, etc, if there is a service at the Church (about once a month)- again, out of respect although we are not Church goers.

People here do their gardening whenever the weather and their work commitments let them. It's pretty quiet most of the time.

Apart from next door`s three whiny, whimpering dogs, which is so usual now that we hardly notice it, the main noise comes from the neighbours opposite, he goes out every day, comes back so sozzled he needs to hold the walls to stay upright, then when he gets inside, he starts shouting, and his wife/partner starts screaming, several times the police have been out to them, especially as he knocks her about as well. Don`t know what they shout and scream about, it`s extremely loud, but in one of the E.European languages, so, frustratingly, I can`t earwig!

Although we live on a council estate which is now about 90% privately owned our garden is incredibly quiet. I can sit in the garden on a sunny afternoon and hear nothing but bird song and the occasional plane flying overhead. Fortunately none of our neighbours seem to be too much into DIY and what parties there are tend to be tied into big events like Wimbledon or the World Cup when we are more or less expecting them.

Lettuces are being harvested in the field next to our garden. We can hear the low thump of the bass beat from the piped music on their rig. It's a bit annoying but it's not for long and if I were doing that job I'd want some music to keep me going.

Other than that it's just birdsong. The nearest neighbour is half a mile away.

Bliss

We get low-flying miltary aircraft and helicopters as well.

All part of everyday life.

Here is Belguim granjura.

Hanging out washing on a Sunday [this is in the UK] used to be a strict no-no and it wasn't a by law. Just something that people did out of consideration of others. I lived in Hampstead for a while and washing had to be in by midday during the week and not at all during the weekend.
Thankfully our BBQ neighbour moved five years ago much to everyone's relief. Like grandma60 they had partytime for the whole weekend.
Hearing granjura mention cow bells reminded me of a lovely holiday in the French Alps in August. We used to sit on my friend's balcony with morning coffee listening to cow bells tinkling away.

I live in a London suburb and the vast majority of the time it is like living in the countryside, total silence like now. Thankfully I am not on Heathrow or Northolt military airports flight paths but planes do occasionally fly over. Sometimes I hear police sirens in the distance but it is momentary.

The gardens are small so it does not take long to cut grass. It is a very pleasant place to live.