Personally, I would love to see WindTurbines on the Hillsides of Worcestershire where i live. I am in favour of a rationally planned expansion of Windfarms across England, Wales and Scotland and the establishment of a Publically Owned and Democratically Controlled WindTurbine Manufacturing Industry concentrating on placing Mega Turbines far from population centres and a new grid structure for distributing the energy produced. The 'subsidies' that have been in place to encourage commercial development of Windfarms pale into insignificance against the hidden costs of Nuclear Power and fossil fuels. On the question of the efficiency and sustainablity of the technology there is a tremendous amount of misinformation. where I live in the West Midlands there are no major Windfarms and recent planning applications have been vigorously opposed. clearly, there is opposition to further development of this technology in Wales and that is understandable. On the Windfarm issue, I noticed in several local cafes, chips shops and pubs in Corwen there were campaign leaflets arguing against further Windfarm development in the area.
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and thanks for the info on the original celtic name dyfrdwy for the river that flows through Corwen. Mark anthony france 22 March 2012 at 22:08 Wind Turbine - HAFOTY UCHA, 7th March 2012 Wales is leading the way in developing wind power and maybe in the future could establish it's own Wind Turbine manufacturing Industry? It seemed a tradegy to me that there were not Wind farms just like this on the Hillsides of Worcestershire where I live, if such projects had been developed in England then maybe VESTAS would still be employing hundreds on the Isle of Wight. These Turbines were manufactured by VESTAS. VESTAS was the only major UK windturbine manufacturer until its closure with the loss of 525 Jobs in the Isle of Wight in 2009. The Wind Turbines were about 40metres Tall and made a wonderful, whooshing sound. so I found the single track road up the hillside and parked up. producing clean, green sustainable energy. For me this was a real symbol of how Wales had changed over the past 3 decades. I thought of my son, Jordan, and my hopes for him to have a happy future as he moves into Adulthood. Thinking of past generations and pondering what the future holds, I headed back towards Corwen, then I noticed, upon the hillside above me, a wind farm.
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The son of Ifan was Owen Edwards who became head of SC4 the Welsh TV Channel. I decided, to move on and take a trip to The Centre for Alternative Technology but was worried about using too much fuel and stayed near Bala to visit the Statue of Owen Morgan Edwards and his son Ifan ab Owen Edwards I took a photo of the statue which symbolises the process of passing down knowledge and hope from one generation to the next. Earlier in the day, faced with the imposing memorial to Owain in Corwen my spirit seemed lifted. Now, I felt deflated - I hope that in the near future a more visible memorial is erected at Fron-Goch to mark its Historic Significance. There was a tiny shop so I thought I'd go in and ask, but my confidence evaporated, for some reason I felt embarrassed. I sort of knew that somewhere in the hamlet was a small plaque which had recently been placed to mark the historic significance of the place, but I couldn't find it. I stood outside the tiny school in Fron-Goch and felt foolish. Over 1800 Irish Prisoners were held at Fron - Goch Internment Camp in the aftermath of the Rising and the place is known by some as The University of the Irish Revolution. A distant relation of mine called Green was imprisoned at Fron-Goch for his, very minor, part in the Dublin Easter Rising in 1916.
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This time I was alone, and on a mission to go to Fron-Goch, a tiny hamlet about two miles north of Bala Town. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.Lake Bala - approaching from the south, 7th March 2012
Let it be spoken without an effort, without a trace of shadow in it. Let my name be ever in the household word that it always was. Laugh as we always laughed at little jokes together. Put no difference in your tone wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Call me by my old familiar name speak to me in the easy way which we always used. whatever we were to each other, we are still.