The day I took that my husband and I were walking along the side of that harbour in Peel when he said to me "What on earth is that noise?" I paused listened, then said "What noise?" "That loud noise!"
I was genuinely puzzled - was he hearing things or had I gone suddenly deaf? Then he tried to describe 'the noise' and I had one of those 'how can you not have known?' moments.
The noise was a metallic chinking as if there were hundreds of small wind chimes somewhere close at hand. I had heard it, but only in the same way as I heard the sound of the sea and the wind.
The noise was the sound of the metal clips, cleats, and rings of the yachts' rigging being blown against each other and against the metal masts; a sound so much a part of a harbour that I don't notice it at all! Somehow, despite living on an island for nearly 30 years, he had never noticed it before. Actually it is a lovely, musical sound when you stop to listen to it!
And a more traditional noise -