Hickory, dickory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock,
The clock struck one,
The mouse was gone,
Hickory dickory, dock.
This is our grandfather clock.
A Christmas present from The First Sergeant some 27 years ago.
It's a Ridgeway, pendulum wind, with Westminster Chimes, and has tick-tocked the hours away in perfect time for all these years.
I fall asleep at night listening to it ticking away the minutes. Awaking in the morning, to it's melodious strike every fifteen and thirty minutes, and finally on the hour with the Westminster chimes.
It's a sound you get used to hearing. When it is silent, it's as if something is amiss, I notice it immediately.