As recent readers will know, Raymond and I have just spent several days on the coast of Maine in lovely Stonington. It is in many ways a very quiet place – let’s just say that if a movie isn’t playing at the Opera House the nightlife, in the off-season at least, is pretty much nonexistent, which suits us just fine. But in one respect it’s not all that quiet, and that respect is: traffic. The traffic on the main street (which is what this picture shows) is pretty much constant at all times of the day and night – including 4 a.m., when the lobstermen are heading down to the wharf to start their hard day’s work. Because our bedroom at the wonderful Inn on the Harbor faces onto the main street, anytime we’re awake in the night we can hear the steady stream of trucks. The noise doesn’t bother me at all – I find it kind of soothing, actually – but it is most definitely there. As it was at the very pleasant place we stayed last night on the way home, off what is clearly a very busy (if secondary) highway in Bethel, Maine. Again, traffic all night.
And that is one thing you never hear in Queensborough, nighttime or daytime. Queensborough is QUIET. It’s the first thing that strikes us when we wake up at the Manse, especially our first morning there on every visit.
I guess I can imagine a scenario when one would eventually get tired of the quiet, of a busy woodpecker and maybe the passing school bus being the only things you hear on a given morning.
But I think it will be a long time till we reach that point.