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?