Well, that was a bit embarassing.
Walking up to the station this morning, a strange bird started chirruping as I passed a row of little houses by the station yard. I had a nosey over the garden fences but couldn’t see anything, then concluded it was either a car or burglar alarm – it was too regular to be a living noise.
It sounded as though it got a bit louder when I walked onto the frosty platform, so I had a bit of a wander up and down, flexing my ears to try and pinpoint where it was coming from.
Eventually I gave up, deciding it must be coming from the offices occupying the old station buildings.
As the train was running a few minutes late, I got out my trusty iPhone to have a twiddle with.
And as I pulled it from my pocket, the sound got louder.
Yup, it was the alarm I’d set last night to remind me to post a letter at the box by the station.