I work nights at a rail freight yard, eleven hours on my feet. Noctura keeps my head level, flattens the clatter of the wagons, and stops the shift dragging halfway through. I catch more, I slip less, and I walk out at six in the morning still feeling like myself.

Whether I am boxing orders in a cold store or crawling home along the ring road, one tap and the edges come off the noise. Two winters of night driving on it now, and it still opens up something I had not heard before.