Of all the animals of prey, man is the only sociable one.
Every one of us preys upon his neighbour, and yet we herd together.
The Beggar's Opera: John Gay

Thursday 22 December 2011

Whup! Whup! merrily on high.

It was twenty years ago today that the first commercial wind-farm went live in Delabole, Cornwall.

It caused something of a stir in those parts - much of the talk at parties over the festive season centred on whether you had yet been out to see 'them thurr turboines'.

The local garages had their hands full too, as drivers, transfixed by the sight of the spinning blades, shunted into each other or the local scenery.

Meanwhile, seabirds met a nasty end and the residents complained of the irritating thump and hum - shades of what was to come on a grand scale.

Twenty years so far - how long, I wonder, before the shine wears off for the PTB?

Posting will be light for a while, partly because of seasonal commitments but mostly because I'll be busy stripping.

The Tavern's getting a long overdue makeover, so years of accumulated woodchip and paint have to be scraped from the walls. With that ahead, there's little time to do much save wish you all all a merry Solstice, Saturnalia, Yule, Christmas or celebration of your choice. Cheers, one and all!


  1. Have a great break and a relaxing Christmas!

  2. I didn't realise it was twenty years.

    Merry Christmas to you and yours.

  3. Many thanks and the same to you!

  4. 'them thurr turboines'

    It's my considered opinion that they're nesting.

  5. Thanks to you I know what a red sky at night means!

  6. JH, If we couild get them to breed, it might at least deal with the vast expense of manufacture and maintenace, though I can't say I like the idea of self-replicating von Neumann turbines colonising the planet.

    Mick, knowing the Cornish, I'd say a bit of turbine arson isn't out of the question.


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