sadly not the birds, or the lawnmowers or even children giggling like at WM's
No, the sound of summer here is next doors son kicking his football against the wall for hours and hours and hours. I can hear it even with the doors and windows closed and in the garden it is horrendous.
It starts about 9.30 and goes on until dark. He does have a break for dinner thankfully.
Tim was in the bath last night and he said "does he ever stop kicking that flipping (well it might have been another word) football"
He also kicks it against the fence which loosens the feather lap panels and then Humphrey gets through.
It slowly drives me mad, well not slowly to be honest after 3 years I now dread summer