tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961037455885158376.post4913790774533372..comments2009-07-15T19:43:26.121+02:00Comments on Romancing Italy: The Meaning of the Tolling BellsBevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05309020440645127953elfmdn1@gmail.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961037455885158376.post-31156985142812336222009-07-15T19:43:26.121+02:002009-07-15T19:43:26.121+02:00You certainly know your bells and obvioulsy don't ...You certainly know your bells and obvioulsy don't have much choice other than to hear them. I used to live in Old Hatfield Hertforshire where the church bells rang every hour and half hourly. When I moved I was lost for time. The bleeringer int he evening were always practising and the scales were out of tune, rather painfully. I am not in earshot of bells here in Bulgaria unless the wind is Martin in Bulgariahttp://bulgarianscrapbook.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961037455885158376.post-65225952071864996202009-07-15T11:19:30.275+02:002009-07-15T11:19:30.275+02:00While living in Maarssen a/d Vecht the Netherlands...While living in Maarssen a/d Vecht the Netherlands I lived 100 m from a church...and it rang it bells every hour....365 days a year..)))<br />I didnt need a watch..))<br />Kindest<br />hansInternation Musinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10693858277179002967noreply@blogger.com