Holiday at Windscale '74
My dad took us on holiday to Windscale in 1974 because he was a sci-fi fan and thought it would be interesting. We didn't actually go to the plant but stayed nearby. There were thousands of dead seagulls everywhere and my mongrel mutt would roll in their corpses. My dog died the next year age six, perfectly healthy until then. My health suffered. I went from being one of the fittest children among my peers to losing any stamina, and being one of the unhealthiest in a short period of time.
Years later when we learned it was the height of the emissions there, and that seagulls had access to open pools of waste, it made me incredibly anti-nuclear. I can't prove anything of course but if anyone reading this wants to analyse my bones after I die then great.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
