Twelve turbines in a row. A footpath beneath them. A farm that still farms.Energy landscapes designed to be walked through, not fenced off. We site turbines the way you'd site a line of poplars, and we ask the village first.
Walk the row
turbines, one line, following the ridge. Never a grid. A grid reads as a factory.
each, rated. Fifty megawatts on a fresh day. The village uses two.
design life. Then the towers come down and the footpath stays. It's in the lease.
footpath through the row, open always. No fence. A gate with a latch and a bench at the top.
A turbine is eighty metres of white against the sky. You can hide it, badly, or place it, well. We place it: on the ridge line, spaced like trees, with the footpath running under so people know what it is.
Each one was sited with the parish, walked with the ramblers, and drawn onto a map the farmer already had on the wall.
The original. Twelve turbines in a line you can see from the train, and the bench at the top is the busiest seat in the county.
Eight, not twelve, because the dam is eight turbines long. The path follows the dam top. Anglers stayed.
Sixteen along a dune spine, with the coast path threaded between. The village asked for two fewer. We took out two.
Two years of walking before anything's built. Here's the order it happens in.
First Sunday of the month, from the car park at the bottom of the Ridge Row. An engineer walks with you, opens a tower door, and answers the question about birds. Bring boots. Dogs on leads under the blades.
Walk the row