How weird will it be when we drive to Maiden Newton and there are no masts to tell us we’re nearly there?
One by one the Rampisham masts are being taken down.
And to the ground they fall and crumble.
A tiny pile of metal where once stood a giant.
Tall and proud they broadcasted British ways around the world.
No longer needed, down they must come,
and to pieces they must be torn,
as a scavenger would a carcass.
They stuck out like a sore thumb in the West Dorset heavenly countryside,
Equally were a stunning otherwordly man made addition come rain or shine.
For miles around, West Dorset views will never be the same.
Rampisham masts, I will miss you.
Pardon my Franglais 
Thank you for sharing these photos , I too will miss them.
Oh, Nat, so will I, so will I! Love those masts to pieces.
I’ve always looked at the masts and wondered “what would the landscape look like if they weren’t there?” At first I wanted them gone, and thought they were a blot on the landscape, but since then I’ve grown to like them to the point that I wish that they could stay. I’ll certainly miss them.
The secret of these hills was stone, and cottages
Of that stone made,
And crumbling roads
That turned on sudden hidden villages
Now over these small hills, they have built the concrete
That trails black wire
Pylons, those pillars
Bare like nude giant girls that have no secret.
The valley with its gilt and evening look
And the green chestnut
Of customary root,
Are mocked dry like the parched bed of a brook.
But far above and far as sight endures
Like whips of anger
With lightning’s danger
There runs the quick perspective of the future.
This dwarfs our emerald country by its trek
So tall with prophecy
Dreaming of cities
Where often clouds shall lean their swan-white neck.
GoodBye Pylons !!
I must try to get there soon…they are a piece of the Dorset landscape. Depending on where we have been, we use them as a visual marker that we are nearly home
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