Microwaves

I went back to Cheshire this evening, and it struck me how funny little things can trigger your memory. I remember being about 8 and nagging my grandad about what this was on the hillside and could we get close and see it. Eventually he relented and we drove up there in his cyan ford cortina to have a look.

I wasn't disappointed it was, at the time, a complete morass of aerials and other bits (more aerials).