This month Big G ponders what might be, should the tide in Llyn Peris go out and stay out, forever...

Dear NWB.com readers,

Even in this land of plenty there is nothing more exiting than the things we cannot touch. Occasionally, passing the gently heaving Llyn Peris one cannot help but feel a little frustration as this feat of buried engineering pushes water up through the forbidden rocks like a strange tide.

One can only fantasise at the shapes to be thrown without a splash, if one day the powers-that-be came to their senses and simply opened the place up to glorious sit down starts, forsaking any turbine activity.

Crested mergansers would strut the lake surface with their flustered broods, seagulls would helix in for discarded butties as the masses hurled themselves at the silky smooth weather-worked facets and blocks. Mats asplurge with fine lake silt. Cameras wirring. Maybe some sounds.

Ah, and at twi-light one can envisage scores of satisfied fast-twitch rock worshippers shambling home to their... poorly lit dwellings, pumped and content.

...And do you know what the ultimate irony is? - its events like the frenzied monthly log-on to this very feature that sets those damn turbines rolling into action.

Goodness the rain!

Last one to leave do please turn off the light.

Big G

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