So while we were occupying the West Burton power station chimney, while the rest of the crew put their amazing climbing,
filming, solar-panel-building, daredevil rope-dangling and media skills
to work, I sat down and wrote a poem. Hmmm. Here's a video of me
performing it under our windswept tarpaulins, 80 metres up a chimney, in
front of my action companions - possibly the most captive audience I've
ever had...
For more info on why we were up there and what happened next, see the No Dash For Gas website, Twitter feed or Facebook page...
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