Now list while I tell ‘ee of the great Oseney Knocke.
Around Christmastide 2009, Islanders were greatly a-feared and a-troubled by a constant knocking, as it were, or banging, that sounded itself, deep and low, as though t’were coming from beneath the very island itself. It was first heard by a wife of the parishe, whose senses were sharpened, being as she was at the time heavy with child. She told of it to her husbande, and he put his ear to the ground, and did hear it, and told the local blogger. Out of doors, they heard it not; yet in-a-doors, it was loud and penetrating.
And indeed it was the kind of sound that you don’t really notice unless someone mentions it, but once someone’s mentioned it, it’s ruddy irritating. So thanks for that Jon.
It’s not loud, but regular enough to be annoying enough to make you put Radio 5 on so you can’t hear it, which means it’s quite annoying. Comes every six seconds, only during working hours. Louder in houses on Bridge Street than houses on West Street.
Here’s my current theory: 
a mini-caterpillar with a piledriver attachment being prepared for use this morning at the Trajan House site, just across the river from East Street. A mince pie to anyone who can provide video evidence of it being the cause of the Oseney Knocke.
