Rampisham masts, I will miss you


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.

Rampisham mast coming down

And to the ground they fall and crumble.

Rampisham mast taken down, January 2013.

A tiny pile of metal where once stood a giant.

A tiny pile of metal

Tall and proud they broadcasted British ways around the world.

Tall for a while

No longer needed, down they must come,

Fallen mast in Rampisham

and to pieces they must be torn,

Rampisham mast being torn to pieces by a crane

as a scavenger would a carcass.

crane taking a BBC worldwide mast to pieces in Rampisham

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.

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8 thoughts on “Rampisham masts, I will miss you

  1. 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.

  2. 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.

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