Fine time for a puncture Attribution: Wesley Trevor Johnston [CC BY-SA-2.0] Click to view larger image.Gods, they smiled As plans you told Group cycle ride Despite the cold.
Out in countryside Rain like spear Bad day for puncture Mused he at rear.
The assassin thorn Lay in silent wait Its pointed dagger Was someone’s fate.
Heavens pouring down Prayers for release Coffee stop pending So pace increase.
The waiting assassin Struck the blow He at the rear Didn’t even know.
Speed fell away Group unaware Pedaled onwards Dry to share.
A slowing pace Insufficient heat Magnified loss Once on feet.
Shelter priority Fix can wait Primary risk Hypothermia state.
Leaden hands Fingers blue. Inn gave respite Hot drinks too.
Repair was painful Fix was slow Fingers seized Felt like toe.
Coffee stop One was gone Post rain and coffee Search party spawn.
But happy ending After transient fear From my being He at the rear.
Gods, they smile As plans you tell So plan for breakdown In weather hell.
Attribution: Mark McLaren [CC BY-SA 2.0]Solar farms built in northern climes
Skyline monuments — wind turbines
But how to store the wind and sun
Not thought about as policies spun
And so we pay to Grid not feed
If wind and sun they have no need
Renewable energy going to waste
From policies made in unseemly haste.
Green power storage first must be cracked
For move from fossils to be backed
Much conversion figures in this quest
Although no solution has yet proved best.
But a certain irony has come to pass
Green electricity is turned to gas
Or it can be used to power a pump
Moving water uphill for later dump
Or compressing air can be its fate
For driving turbines at later date.
But wait …
Here come the disruptive events
For hydrocarbons now cost fewer cents
Oil’s demise has been much tracked
But now the shale is truly fracked
And the Arabs then lowered the price
So we embrace again our fossil vice.