we’ve got this dream of cycling out to our nearest power station with a picnic and our camera and having a good nose around. We acknowledge that the looking around might occur through the bars of a fence, but we’ve made peace with the idea of not being able to get too close to the action.
SO, in typical man fashion, loves things that are big, shiny and powerful. It’s not usual for us to stop the car to look at substations and the like. Personally, I’m never quite sure what we’re looking at, and what the cool bit is, but I’m buoyed by his general enthusiasm.
It’s not exactly a trip to a National Trust property. But I reckon I’d be able to get some interesting photos of mounds of coal, and cooling towers, and maybe even score some serious girlfriend points…
