Down the coast yesterday, to check on progress on our new house and workshop. The weather was pretty foul - a massive Low off the coast bringing cold wet air up from the Antarctic, and I stopped to show the kids the waves crashing on the rocks at the end of the beach. As we got out of the car, I became aware of ghostly music - pretty weird on a deserted, wind-swept beach. Soon traced the sound to a sign at the end of the parking area - the 2" waterpipe forming the stand had been drilled with 6 extra holes, presumably to allow for signs of various heights to be installed without the need to re-drill. The continuous and blustery wind was exiting the tube to resonance, and I found I could play tunes, of a sort, by covering the holes in different combinations.
Wow
This is the kind of attitude that I love to see in adult people.
To be able of see something wonderful or interesting where nobody else can see anything, just like the children.
My grandmother has an adjustable aluminum walking stick with lots of holes. I have been known to grab it and play it. Not tunes, of course, but still musical play.
