It's been a great summer. Not the kind I was expecting. At least not just. There were waves and sandy toes and camp fires, but the one most fulfilling thing that emerged in the past two months was something far more rippling.
As the heat continued to roast this land and simmered it in its own sod, there was a gradual coming together of the different sized bits and pieces, like in the making of one steamy hot succulent stew.
From amidst all the horror of drilling wells and cover ups, out of deep frustration and disenchantment grew, like a spring out of the rock, a fresh feeling of commitment and determination.
In these past weeks, communities across the UK have moved closer together and what began as a three-mom show outside a small village in the South has grown into a full blown protest movement.
Frack Off indeed !
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