Mountains near Llandrindod Wells, pastel by Jenny Keal

The occasional thwack of club on golfball and the song of the lark is the only sound you can hear up here above Llandrindod Wells. A light sprinkling of late snow seasons the distant hills. I wonder how many people, who currently believe that 'renewable energy' in the form of Wind Turbine Factories is our only option, would approve of a line of machinery dominating this distant skyline? Jenny Keal

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