Hillcrest Village, 2020
The village hall was packed tonight. Gatherings here were usually friendly, cheerful affairs, but tonight the village was divided with people glaring at each other and loudly disagreeing.
One of the local councillors stood up to speak.
“Just look at those beautiful hills! They draw people in from miles for hikes and sightseeing. This in turn brings much needed custom to our village shops and hotels. So many artists come here and paint them. It’s unthinkable that we would allow ugly wind turbines to blight this landscape! We should leave it in its natural state!”
A protestor stood up and said,
“But what about our planet? Our energy has to come from somewhere. Changing our view just a little bit is a small price to pay for clean, healthy air and cheap green power!”
The meeting got heated, but in the end, the decision was made that the village would not go ahead with the turbines.
Hillcrest Village, 2120
A century later the village hall was again full. The atmosphere was one of shared gloom. This year’s Harvest Festival had been the worst ever. Tourism was down. Drought had hit the small community hard. The beautiful, famous hills had changed from verdant to barren. No one wanted to hike there anymore. Artists were no longer staying in the village to paint them. Businesses were closing. Worse still, the healthy air was being polluted by the power station built a few miles away. Families whose ancestors had been there for generations were sadly talking of moving away. The villagers discussed how to make things better, but no one really had any solutions.
Hillcrest Village, 2220
The next century, the village hall was a sad place indeed. There was hardly anyone there anymore. It had become difficult to farm the land due to drought and pollution. Tourism had disappeared. Jobs were scarce. All the young people had left to look for a better future. Rather than happy Harvest Festivals, there were Foodbank sessions being run. Still no one had any solutions.
A local councillor greeted the few villagers that had bothered to come to the village meeting.
“I have been reading through the village archives. I came across an article mentioning my ancestor from 200 years ago arguing against installing wind turbines on our hills. Just look at them, they are ugly and barren. A real blight on the landscape. Why are they that way, my friends, when once they were so lush and green? It is because of the pollution we have been pumping into the air! We know now that climate change was real. Please my friends, it may be too late for our village, but let’s put up some turbines and hope it can save another one!”