This is a pleasant drive, dear diary, passing coastal flora, with at the right time of year white-blooming teatree lining the route. At the small settlement of Gladstone, you follow the route
out of town across the Brown's River bridge, and a little way further there is a fork in the road. Now here you must be careful, dear diary, as you can find yourself heading in the wrong direction entirely. You need to veer left, onto the Cape Portland Road,
which leads in turn to Little Musselroe Bay.
Having old ruins in mind, it's pretty mind-blowing to actually come onto the new wind farm in the distance as you make headway towards Little
Musselroe - and the closer one gets the more awestruck one is at the size of these things dotted about over the hillocks and on the plains.
And diary, I'll tell you something, I think
I'm a convert... No, not that kind of convert, but one to wind farms and wind energy... I have had hesitations, I have to tell you, especially concerning bird life and the dire straits they could be in when approaching these coastal giants. But, when a tiny
swallow and a rather large pelican made their way through the wide corridors between the scattered towers without hesitation or harm, it was a moment of revelation for me. My eyes saw what my mind had been querying - was it safe for birdlife to venture near...
My revelation may later be crushed, but for now I'm a believer.
In all directions, wind turbine towers can be seen