A few months back I went to see one of the last BBC Worldwide masts being taken down on Rampisham Downs. They were used them for 70 years until digital came along and the massive metal monsters became redundant.
A little video of the last days of the Rampisham Masts.
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 