Wothorpe-on-the-Hill, Cambridgeshire The air is awash with noise, a roar that wavers only slightly, and never below uncomfortableThe road climbs and thins with each turn. Where it reaches a little fist of cottages it doesn't stop but instead, strangely, has its way blocked from waist height up by low branches. A dead road, leading to the old reservoir. I walk a footpath bordered by stone walls, then over a stile and here it is, a sweep of miniature country. A rumpled slope, trees fat with summer, a little pond catching the sky. August dew sits on everything, and early sun lights every drop to a shimmer. I see rabbits, molehills, every bush twitching with life.I live less than a mile from here and would come to this meadow more, but for one thing. The air is awash with it, a roar that wavers only slightly, and never below uncomfortable. It's rush hour now, so maybe this is as bad as it gets. But it never goes away. Continue reading...
An idyllic spot under siege by the A1
28. srpna 2017 6:37
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Celý článek: https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2017/aug/28/noise-pollution-ancient-towers-cursed-modern-plague-country-diary
Zdroj: The Guardian