Which British countryside sound would you most miss if it vanished tomorrow?

That glorious tangle of birdsong before sunrise, best enjoyed with a cuppa and slightly damp slippers. Absolute chaos, absolutely magical.

Whether you're in Yorkshire, Wales or the Lakes, that distant baaa echoing off the fells feels like coming home. Bonus points if a lamb answers back.

Increasingly rare and all the more thrilling for it. Hearing one feels like winning a tiny lottery run by the RSPB.

That drowsy, buzzy hum on a warm July afternoon is basically audio Valium. Pure garden bliss.

That first tawny owl call as the light fades makes even the most sensible dog walker feel like they're in a folk horror film. Delightfully eerie.