Delicious rich scents filtered into her bedroom through the Georgian window. Deeply she breathed perfumed roses and the oncoming rain while pearls of dew glistened in luscious green fields with grazing sheep. Rabbits hopscotched past their thick bodies and birds welcomed the day. In the background, the canal, a milky tea hue carried multi-coloured barges and even more zany characters.
Anger split the air. Her Dad’s voice thundered from the kitchen, “Slippery underhand councillors! They put notices in the farmer’s field stating these are not public footpaths although they have been for a century.”
His fist slammed the kitchen table causing the best China to sing in disgust. Expletives bounced off the kitchen. “Fools! They are ignoring the mine shafts! They tried to steal the Village Green, a gift of a wondrous playing field to our community! Without research, they claim that badger sets and the Great Crested Newt will not be negatively affected! Both are protected species! And why? Because developers want to build one hundred acres of lucrative solar panels on beautiful countryside, greenbelt and farm land. The fools think the solar farm won’t interrupt sheep grazing, the lambing season, wildlife, property value!”
Sarcasm sizzled as her Dad complained, “Ancient trees, blackberry bushes and hedgerows won’t grow back overnight! I am getting heartburn just thinking of acres of ugly solar panels! Isn’t their production harmful because of lead and cadmium? Harmful both to our health and the environment! So dangerous that they can’t be recycled! The panels are classed as hazardous waste! One hundred acres of blight just across the road! Not that we will see them behind blooming eight foot metal fences covered with barbed wire and topped with surveillance cameras! Ugly transformation!”
Dread coursed through his daughter’s veins. Bile sloshed in her stomach. “Ugly transformation!” chaotically turned the beautiful country view to urban blight.
“Oh, why can’t the solar panels be built on car parks, industrial buildings, blocks of flats and urban areas?” she wailed.