I love the detail at 08:34. Someone opening the door to a pub, with conversation and piano drifting out into the street. I can see it in my head plain as day. 58:05 is another treat! As is 01:36:39.
I can imagine that I'm walking down the street of Victorian London at night, while the strong wind is trying to make it harder to walk. Jack The Ripper just killed his third victim. Terrified, I'm trying to get to my family safe. I love that ambience!!
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Through quiet streets I wander as the rain and wind doth blow. Listening for faint footsteps as I walk in the night alone. Hoping that I'll catch a glimpse of ghosts of long ago. Echoing my footsteps as I walk these streets alone. R* Just the way I imagined, so real. Thank you.
"...Now, my dear fellow, in the matter of these explanations, we have, if I may ask for your cooperation, a hard and dangerous night's work in front of us. Perhaps it would be better if I gave you an account of the whole situation when that work is finished." "I am full of curiosity. I should much prefer to hear now." "You'll come with me tonight?" "When you like and where you like." "This is, indeed, like the old days." -Sherlock Holmes & Dr. John Watson The Empty House, The Return of Sherlock Holmes
amylucio don’t worry, in the London in victorian time wasn’t Londonistan yet, it wasn’t that dangerous, it might seem like a distant dream now, but once upon a time in London, you could cross bridges without fear of being stabbed to death, amazing yes I know, but it’s nothing but a memory now.....
@@alicewong9935 Perhaps you don't quite understand how common crime and murder was in Victorian England? In fact, the knife crime rate in the UK was higher in the 1960s than it is now.
@@thepieman69 No - it was worse. Knife crime has consistently improved over the years. It was a comparison - if it was more dangerous in the 1960 than it is now, it was almost certainly more dangerous in Victorian England. Especially with shoddy detective work and lack of forensics and CCTV (easier to get away with crime so more people would do it).
This looks like another John A. Grimshaw (1836-93) painting. He was always doing moonlight and clouds. I have a lovely print on canvas of his 'Park Row, Leeds'. To me it transports me back to childhood when we used to marvel at the way our village looked under the moon. My wife just thinks it's depressing. She does not know magic when it is staring her right in the face.
i always listen to this to get to sleep and i LOVE it but wow you have such a great imagination!!!!!!!! all of the videos on your channel are great and you can really tell that a lot of love and care gets put in to them. im not really sure how to phrase it but im so glad i came across this channel a while ago because you have such a great artistic mind and a really cool storytelling ability which you convey through such an interesting medium like ambience! im so happy you put a lot of your stuff on spotify too!!!! thank you :D
Dogs barking in the distance. The sounds of Big Ben against the cold night. Nice. Just like to hear the hoof sounds of handsom cabs clop-clop on cobblestone streets. Maybe the shrill whistle of a police bobby dying away somewhere in the distance. Wonderful work.
Holy fuck. Just what in the hell is this? RU-vid recommended this. Oh, wait, no, thats right, i subscribed because your ambience is fucking fiiiiiirrrre. Like, seriously, i have searched far and wide, and have a large ambience compilation on my channel now, and its only the finest of ambience that makes the cut. Your work definitely meets my gold standard of juicy audio. Wow. :)
Thanks, very peaceful night,the Victorian City. Sounds of nature, listening to the wind are so calming and smooth. Peace and calm the mind n heart. Nature sounds are perfect for relaxation n deep restful sleep. Awesome calming video! Infinite love!🙏
She turned to admire the sights and sounds of the city, London was truly beautiful to her. While Lucy loved her late husband's homeland, the beating heart of the city offered solace after the deaths of Vlad as well as her sister-brides. Here she vowed to avenge him, even while seeking to undo his end. A carriage moved past as the Countess continued her lonely walk while a dog was heard in the background. Focusing on the rage she felt, her eyes nearly flickered from emerald-green to a more crimson hued as she pointedly ignored the pub occupants leaving. Once the cry of the Owl, and the rain would have upset her. Not so anymore, undeath had a way of doing that to a person, Lucy supposed. Or rather grief, she'd found love only for it to be torn from her grasp by those who were pointedly selfish. Dogs were better than the two-faced duplicitous men and woman responsible for killing Vlad. Her husband, a man who had saved her not just from becoming a broodmare for Godalming who cared little for women, he'd also ensured her body would not shut down because of the forced blood transfusions she'd undergone. There was more than one, Vlad had informed her, differing flavors as it were, and the supposed "professor" who was thought to be an "expert in all forms of medicine" *failed* to realize that fact, her organs were on the verge of shutting down and that was even before one took into account the syphilis running through that bastard Godalming's veins, let alone Seward's own illnesses due to the opium and other narcotics he'd been using! Fools one and all, they would pay in full for what they had attempted to do. Starting with Arthur *'dear, sweet'* Arthur, then Jack, followed by that bastard Jonathan whom she hated almost as much as Van Helsing. When that was done, Lucy intended to make her former 'best friend', the traitor Wilhelmina Grace Murray watch as her son was taken from her. Perhaps in time, Lucy would turn him just so her former 'friend's' heart could break even further from beyond the grave. Lord above, she missed Vlad so much... (this piece reminds me of a fanfic story I'm working on titled 'Walking Alone - Lucy's Tale' right after she returns to London thank you for making this one good sir :) )
Whenever I am studying for my Forensics and Homicide investigation courses or reading, I like to put this on and pretend I am in my dimly lit study working by gaslight. All I need now is a cup of tea, a writing quill, and some cocaine that was prescribed to me by the sketchy local apothecary.
