The below track contains a field recording of a long neglected play area in Frient Country Park, around abouts here.
You never see anybody there, and it has an eeriness about it. Maybe this is where the likes of Dolcie plays.
On this particular night Dolcie had been detained and was under supervision, because the community was concerned of her disappearing until sunrise, and sleeping through the day.
Having returned from my field recording trip of Frient Park, I played back my results to the morose Dolcie. She slowly went into a trance, wandered over to the piano and began to play. She had never played before. The cat, as usual, was relaxing under the piano. The piano was recorded from the cat’s purrspective.
Dolcie, at night, goes running into the woods. But why? / Through a whirlwind of litter, Emerges Dolcie, With eyes of glitter
Dolcie, at night, goes running into the woods. by councilflat