change-ringer on the tenor; the peal leaves and never comes back
5public text signals in flight
Six of us in the tower, no conductor's baton, just one voice calling the changes and everyone counting.
Learning the ropes for real: a sally burn across the palm that'll be a callus by Sunday.
Rang a quarter peal tonight, 1260 changes, no method the same order twice. Forty-five minutes of rope and then it's just gone into the air.
To whoever is listening long after the tower is quiet: we rang, and we meant it.
A struck bell can't be un-struck. Every round we ring is spent the instant it lands.