They’ve started

You may remember some time back our sadness at the proposed plans for the granite quarry where we walk the dogs when we visit MOH.
The last time we went, some of the brush had been cleared and a small enclosure erected, but other than that, not much other work had been carried out.

That has all changed, and there are signs up now for No Trespassing, Wheel Clamping in Operation, and No Unauthorised Access.
The large boulders marking the entrance are still there, but what lay beyond has been cleared, and it was a surprise to see a road in a good state of repair which had actually been buried under all the mud, mossy undergrowth and brambles.
The dogs were content to roam, but for us, the place is a ghost of what it was.
A large digger and sweeper stood dormant in their cage having already wreaked havoc on the ground wildlife habitats. The crows seemed confused and angry at the injustice of losing their roosting trees, the granite cavities only a temporary haven. Their ‘crawing’ echoed round the quarry itself, a testament to Hitchcock’s classic horror movie.
If it had been a misty day, a lone figure emerging in the distance would have been the final touch.

our quarry 9 our quarry 2

Such is progress. Man’s kiss of death for profit.

 

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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4 Responses to They’ve started

  1. DM says:

    I totally get what you’re feeling. There (was) a beautiful 15 to 20 acre timber out by my mom and dad a few years ago, with mature, Oak, Hickory and other beautiful trees on some rolling hills…I took a picture one foggy morning it was so breathtakingly beautiful…well, couple of years ago, the owner had the bright idea, he could turn the whole thing into a corn field and make $10,000 a year, never mind it had some areas so steep, the soil would run off into a creek…so in a matter of a week the heavy equipment came in, pushed the trees into a pile, burnt them, then dug some holes and buried what was left (there would have been enough firewood to heat 50 homes for at least a couple of years) …I took a second picture after they were finished/ earth moving equipment parked in a row just sitting there…still makes me mad when I think about it. (and now the market has dropped out of the corn and bean prices so it’s worth only a fraction of rent) It really should be a crime to be able to do these sort of things..

    • The Forestry Commission in Lincolnshire did something similar to the woods where we used to walk Maggie very day (though obviously not for corn, just profit). I did several posts on it, and the last we heard was that most of the trees had now gone and people just didn’t go there anymore.

  2. DM says:

    PS. the picture on the header of my blog is of that former timber.

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