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