Dangerous Parking [antikvár]

PROLOGUE TITLE SEQUENCE With what strange utterance did the loud dry wind Blow through my ears! the sky seemed not a sky Of earth, and with what motion moved the clouds! The things which I have seen I now can see no more. William Wordsworth Heading south on the A595, August 1965 As we round the bend before Calder Bridge, through the drizzle I can just make out the lights of Windscale power station. My arse always puckers up at the sight of it. The fucking place gives me the creeps. So I open the throttle on The Ark and she struggles against the head wind to nudge fifty. Batesy and Baz are about a hundred yards ahead, a bird apiece on their pillions and their parkas fully unfurled, drawn in tight at the calf against the bitter wind. Batesy looks seaward, takes his right hand off the handlebars and shoots the atomic plant the V. I know why. Batesy told me his dad was working there when the big fire broke out ten years ago poisoning all the cows and sheep from Carlisle to Preston. He told Batesy nobody knew the truth of what went on in those few days. He said that him and his mates were pushing the atomic fuel rods back into the reactor