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Love them or hate them, wind turbines are a part of the landscape in many parts of the country now.
Last week I was in East Sussex for a few days, staying in a lovely blue painted clapper board house. To the left of the house there were imposing sand dunes formed of sand so fine and white you could be forgiven for thinking you were on a Caribbean island. To the right lush green marshland spread out as far as the eye could see dotted with grazing sheep, fence posts, trees and turbines.
As happens when you have a small child away from the familiarity of his own bed, much of the night is spent getting in and out of your own warm bed to settle them back. 4 am seemed to be a favourite time to wake which, if you ignored the bleary eyes and the raging need for a strong cup of tea, was a beautiful time of day. The sun was rising and the sky clear. The marsh had a fine blanket of mist hovering above it. The row of electricity generating wind turbines stood silent and barely turning in the early morning breeze.
Over three mornings between settling J back to sleep and padding back across the landing carpet to my own bed I took my camera to the window and took pictures of the turbines.