When I wake this morning it’s cold – 53 outside according to my weather station. The reason is clear when I climb the hill with the dog: the wind is north-westerly. I don’t mind though. That means it’s blowing towards the motorway, not away from it, and I can’t hear a thing. I can see the little vehicles whizzing along but they are completely silent.
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| The village |
I think of the wind turbine about which the village has protested and won. I’m not sure why they were so vehement. It would have been a long way away from the village and I can’t believe they would have heard anything. Perhaps they thought that other turbines would follow. How though are we supposed to get our energy? (Sorry I'm so unsupportive. I probably haven't forgiven the village for refusing to have the phone mast near them so that it was plonked near us instead.)
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| The phone mast near our house |
Everywhere they are harvesting at the moment and the noise on Saturday afternoon, what with Frog strimming as well, was extraordinary.
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| Harvesting |
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