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Tuesday, 22 September 2009


To Dark Puss
I have a non-expert and maybe silly question after I heard this singing sand. Doesn't every kind of material make noise when it moves? What is the difference with this singing sand phenomenon? Snow, wood, hay, grain, leaves, fabric (eg silk), air, not to mention water, they all produce noise.
Thank you in advance for your answer!

Dark Puss has already mentioned singing sands in a previous comment. It was short of two years ago; here is the link:

Just saying hello to the outstanding cat, I will write something for him later on.

I remember reading this paper with great interest on the phenomenon: Douglas E. Goldsack, Marcel F. Leach & Cindi Kilkenny "Natural and artificial 'singing' sands", Nature 386, 29 (06 March 1997). There is a range of quite impressive examples of singing sands, on beaches, dunes etc., available from YouTube. This is one of the best

I read this fairly recently and I agree it is not Tey at her best. But still pretty readable!

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