If you don't watch your wind turbine ... this could happen

We've reached - at last - the Blue Bell pub where we had, not a glass of cider, but a welcome cup of tea. No, not a cup, but a decent size mug. Rather than incarcerate ourselves in the electrically lit interior of the pub, we found our way to the "beer garden" overlooking the canal, and sat on the only dry seats there were, under a gazebo whose fabric roof had collected a ballooning puddle of rainwater. (Very tempting to push up, but there's always the danger of getting drenched unless one's extremely careful!)


From one of the boats moored opposite came the sweet smell of woodsmoke. Another boat had a wind generator on a pole sticking into the trees. I guess the boat had been there some time: perhaps it tied up before the leaves had come out, or perhaps the weight of rain on the foliage caused the branches to foul the turbine.


A shame, because, judging from the wind chimes hanging in the window, this is clearly a boat which appreciates wind.