This is somewhat OT (not too, I hope).
Before I came this way in 2002, I had lived for 24 years in E.Sussex near the Ashdown Forest, Pooh country.
A radio transmitter called
Kingstanding, with an interesting history, was on the Forest. It caused some amusing events. My church had amplification and sometimes when no one was at the mic, the system would pick up BBC World Service. A friend would get reception on opening the oven door. Another took his mother for a forest walk, and by a fence her hearing aids picked up a broadcast.
I wonder he was tempted to get the old lady, you know what!