Wenlock Edge, Shropshire It couldn’t be the power-station chimney, it was within the improper place. And it was too late within the yr to be a stack of hay
Because the match-flare of a November afternoon dimmed within the bushes, I caught a glimpse of a tower. Peering by way of hazel branches I may make out a tall construction that appeared just like the power-station chimney – besides that was north and this was west. It may have been a stack of hay bales, however harvest was over way back.
Curious to find what I had seen, I wandered down the wooded financial institution, shedding the lengthy view, crossed the street and went by way of the gate on to a inexperienced lane, now used solely by dog-walkers, sheep and an occasional tractor, however as soon as the thoroughfare over the Edge to a hamlet on frequent land beneath.