Holy crap, was it windy today, or what?
At lunchtime, I rather stupidly took a stroll down to the Pier Head in Liverpool to take some snaps. I now know what the River Mersey tastes like. It tastes like Golden Wonder ready salted crisps.
I'll admit it, I'm a rather heavy chap, but I was nearly blown arse over tit at one point, as lamp-post fittings crashed to the pavement on all sides.
It was fun, in a daring-man-of-action kind of way.
In fact, I'd go so far as to say, it was so windy, that the wind powerstations of the nation must have generated at least 3 Watts of power before they were taken offline for safety reasons.
We have two large wind turbines about half a mile off the Northumberland coast, and not long ago someone noticed they hadn't been turning for a while. Months, in fact. The cable bringing the power to shore had broken. The ship wasn't available to fix it, the weather was too bad, the dog ate his tools. Now it's ben revealed that it's 'uneconomic' to replace the broken cable. So two skyline-ruining tuirbines are standing there doing nothing except waiting for Polish workers to bring the electricity ashore in buckets. Oh, and one caught fire the other month, spewing out low carbon smoke. A wind turbin, not a Pole. Good photo.