Zak Spade's

Don Quixote

Published under my View from the Stairs column in a magazine covering north Buckinghamshire, July 2011, as:
Don Quixote
by Phil J O'Hara

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A literary rant is in the wind. Well, something is in the wind.

Ah, yes, it’s energy. Apparently the wind is full of it.

It seems that it is so laden with the energy to power all our electric shavers and egg whisks that they proposed and built wind turbines in the area of Milton Keynes and spoilt the shape of the landscape enjoyed by all of us in the borough.

However, my friend, Don Quixote, may have something to say on the matter.

He will ride his trusty steed into battle against the monsters with their flailing weapons spinning in a blur; and he will cut them down.

Mind you, I seem to recall that he didn’t get on too well against windmills in La Mancha. The wind turbines built and proposed are a darn sight taller than those Don Quixote and Sancho Panza took on.

However, a great deal of time has passed since Don Quixote took a hammering at the hands of the windmills at La Mancha; just over 400 years ago. Maybe he should equip himself with more potent weapons that could take out a whole wind turbine farm with just a stroke of his sword?

Thinking about it, if he had the required resources to hand, he would probably already have been arrested under the Anti-Terrorism Act and the national tabloids would already be printing stories about his strange relationship with Sancho Panza’s donkey. Questions would be asked in the House, but not the sort that our national press would have in mind.

All-in-all, he may well not be the man for the job of protest against the Emberton blot on the landscape of Milton Keynes Borough.

Instead I suggest we mobilise the good burghers of Emberton where this onslaught against aesthetic sensibilities took place. As these are the people who continue to be in the visual line of fire, they ought to be the persons best suited to take on, and deal with, the hunchbacked minions cowering in bunkers somewhere in or near Whitehall, masquerading as civil servants.

The monstrosities are said to dominate the land but local rabbits are not reported as having any comment to make. Be that as it may; dominate the landscape they certainly do.

One slight drawback to the idea of rallying the people of Emberton is trying to find someone there well informed of the details about this assault upon the landscape.

Yes, it seems that everyone knows about it. The problem seems to be that everyone who knows about it seems to know something others don’t know...

Yes, difficult.

There has been a lot of noise on the topic but I’m not sure it is the sound of spinning turbine blades. To be frank, I’m not entirely sure anyone knows exactly where it is coming from.

Looks like Don Quixote might still be the best man for the job, along with his trusty squire, Sancho Panza, after all.

© 2011

31 August 2021