WIND through the narrow country lane and park by the church. Wander down to the fields wrapped by the Severn, lie in the grass in the summer and listen to the skylarks overhead in the big sky, or follow the butterflies through the flowering meadows. Watch the curlew rise and cry.

See the mighty Severn ebb and flow in all its guises. When the wind blows cold, splash through the puddles in wellies stopping to marvel at the flocks of starlings, fieldfares and redwings feasting on the wet fields' winter bounty, nervously flowing in retreat to the trees as you pass by.

And tell me who in their right mind would think of covering all this with industrial scale security fencing and enormous solar panels as far as the eye can see?

– K Nicholls, Clearwell.