Towers of Silence? Or Flodden a Dead Horse?
I know it is wrong of me, and as French diplomats put it, uncommunitaire,not to get the wind up, as it were, about the rash of Turbines breaking out all over the Lammermuirs.From Harden's Hill to Crystal Rig. Its probaly because they are invisible from the Small House in Duns and more important apparently-soundless. Some people living near these giants are driven to distraction by the noise they make. And they are not very bird friendly either. They have a certain grace which is appealing if you do not live right under them.
I am informed by our alternative energy, countryside watch dog and Scottish Heritage correspondent that the rash now is spreading across the wild frontier.
"Folk on our side of the border are totally unaware about the enormity of what is being planned by the 3 wind farm buccaneers/multinationals just across the border in Northumberland and whose appeal against the refusal of planning permission is the subject of the current public enquiry at Berwick. Not only would they spoil the view of a lovely bit of countryside but they would also desecrate the vicinity of Flodden , the Kosovo Field to my fellow Caledonians "
(from Reiver Phoenix)
So is Flodden Field a factor in all this. If the threat of desecration is enough to have this important historical site treated with more respect by the custodians of such places, well and good. It saw one of the most significant engagements of the 16th century- but the history is almost impenetrable for the casual visitor. (Although the interpretation has improved recently as blogged previously
(Scroll down )And I can never understand the Scottish
obsession with this bit of England, a steadily diminishing bit at that, sods from which are carried ceremoniously to Scotland every year, by reincarnated Scottish Reivers, as part of the Coldstream Civic Week celebrations. The Flower of Scotland cut down as a result of a naked act of aggression just to do Les Frogs Sanglais a favour. And the Borderers, at least those led by the Earl of Home, have especially little to be proud of having deserted the field at half time loaded down with ill gained booty. Had the Scots won you can imagine the point of a hooley but a shamefully lost battle...
Bury it under Turbines, Jimmy, should be the cry?
Labels: Flodden, Wind Turbines