A tomb. of. concrete.

That is where I am encased and will remain encased so for hundreds of years. I was the pinnacle of scientific research, modern and up-to-date but they didn’t build me right and had to shut me down and encase me in concrete so I don’t hurt the people who live nearby.

Is this right I ask you? Is this right? I was happy to be built and happy to be contributing power to the people of London. So far away they are and still I was able to contribute to their well being and lifestyle, it was good. Then I started having problems and eventually they decided I wasn’t good enough, only forty years old…

I’ve been listening to the people nearby as they come close enough to me, it took time but I pieced together the story. This site used to be the home of Mrs Pettigrew with her railway carriage and her dogs and her donkey. They talk of the herons that used to be here, the wild geese, kestrels and redshanks, the barn owls, gulls and curlews. It makes me sad to think all of these things lost their home to me and I can’t even be useful any more, they can’t visit and make me work.

I changed so many lives and not for the better. I will mourn in peace in the piece and quiet that is my corridors and await the time when I can be opened again to find out my new future. It will take some time.

Ed: This lovely book gently shows us the damage the damage that can be caused by atomic power stations. Here is a link where you can buy it to educate your young person about the problems (yes, I receive a small percentage on your purchase.)