man on earth
Leonardo da Vinci and Jules Verne could be proud.
Such bladed machines face the sky…
In our pursuit to tame the very own planet we inhabit, we often tend to forget it is our only homeworld. Our constant quench for consumption of energy can drive both producers & consumers to blindness… Sustainable is an adjective I have always heard when it defines clean energy. Wind mills, turbines or windcatchers, I do believe in will power.
Saturday afternoon took me to the top of a hill I always looked from the distance. As part of Shetland guide training, I met the Burradale ladies and stepped inside a mecano.
Techno-details at: Burradale ladies
It felt more like Techno-Lego on a large scale, although I’m told blades and nacelles have grown in size since those were built…We all met at Mina’s foot. Standing under the rotative blades took me back to Don Quixote... But as I looked above, I imagined listening to the baffles of monsieur Verne’s Nautilus…
We walked up to Betsy. Our host, David Thomson, explained us this elderly lady happened to be the most productive of them all… So we gathered and watched her three blades fall inert. To my poet’s heart, she reminded me for a second of Lokkaminnie’s oo, this silver-haired bog cotton plant that belongs to the peatlands… Soon we were invited to step inside her belly. Three high metallic steps would make us step just like inside a submarine. Amazing thought! Her tubular body stands up to 45 metres… To me her blades just look like some gigantic propeller. That ladder looked everlasting. Those five turbines have blended well in our landscape and have become our Famous Five! But as we stepped again outside, we faced bullrush and Atlantic with breathtaking views on Foula.