Which British countryside sound most makes you feel at home?

That layered explosion of birdsong from blackbirds, robins and wrens just before dawn. For many, it's the truest sign that spring has properly arrived.

Increasingly rare and all the more precious for it. Hearing a cuckoo now feels like catching a phrase from a disappearing language.

That harsh, communal racket from a rookery on a grey January afternoon. Bleak, atmospheric, and unmistakably British.

Actually a duet between male and female, this sound carries through still village nights and reminds us the countryside never truly sleeps.

That bubbling, melancholy call drifting across the Pennines or Dartmoor. A sound now under serious threat as curlew numbers continue to decline.