Mistylaw Medical PracticeRobert Scarff LtdJOINERS & SHOPFITTERSDomestic & CommercialExtensionsGarage ConversionsGeneral Joinery WorkFlu Vaccination ProgrammeFlu vaccine is now available and wewould encourage all patients in theeligible groups to attend: over 65’s,chronic respiratory disease, heart,kidney, liver or neurological disease,diabetes, immunosuppressed, pregnantwoman and carers. Furtherinformation can be obtained atreception. Any patients’ outwith thecriteria can get a flu vaccinationprivately at participating outlets e.g.Pharmacies or shopping centres.PertussisAll pregnant patients over 28 weeks arecurrently being offered Pertussisvaccine – more information and leafletsare available in the waiting room.Contact DetailsIf you change your contact details,particularly mobile telephone numbers,please let us know. All patient contactdetails are kept confidential.Appointment SystemWe are planning to restructure the waymorning surgeries, telephoneconsultations and house visits areorganised from January 20<strong>13</strong> toimprove efficiency. There will be nooverall reduction in the number ofappointments available but they will bearranged differently. We hope you findthe new arrangements beneficial, butwould be grateful for feedback (good orbad).Lab TestsIf you have any blood or urine testsdone in the practice, you should phonefor the results in 4/5 days time. If theTimber/UPVC WindowsLoft ConversionsAll Trades SuppliedFree Estimates & Fully InsuredTel/Fax 01505 842826 Mobile 07711 934627Reg In Scotland 185968 Est. 1998Doctor wants to repeat the test;patients will either be sent anappointment by letter or, due to theincreased postage costs, receive atelephone call.The Doctors would like to wisheveryone a Merry Christmas and aHappy and Healthy New Year.Save YourRegional ParkApplications for largewindfarms in ClydeMuirshiel have beenfewer this year butanother attack isexpected near WestKilbride soon – see Blackshaw Farmin the round up. There is no moreprotection for the park than whenwe started our campaign and thedevelopers have not gone away so itis very important that we do not letdown our guard. We expect to beasking for your support in gatheringobjections again before long. In theinterest of future generations’enjoyment of Clyde Muirshiel, aswell as now, we fight thesedevelopments with everythingpossible.Windfarm applications lodgedor under discussionMillour Hill 2, Dalry, CommunityWindpower Ltd – application for 2 x410 ft / 125m turbines. Applicationlodged with North Ayrshire on4/6/12. SYRP have objectedFinnockbog Farm, Inverkip –TGC Renewables Ltd of Bristol haveapplied to Inverclyde Council for 2 x148 ft / 45m turbines and accesstrack in CMRP. SYRP have objected.Shielhill farm, Inverkip –Application to Inverclyde Councilfor 1 x 1<strong>13</strong> ft / 34.38m turbine(50KW) and access track. Thiswould be situated close to the GreenockCut and CMRP’s Greenock Cut VisitorCentre. SYRP have objected.Blackshaw farm, West Kilbride -on Blackshaw Hill – CommunityWindpower Ltd are preparing anapplication for their biggest turbinesyet in CMRP. We expect an applicationsoon for 5 x 492ft / 150m turbines eachrated at 4 MW. These would be justsouth of the Dalry/ West Kilbride roadand would be adjacent to and justnorth of, the existing ArdrossanWindfarm.Corlic Hill 2, Greenock - Thought tobe preparing to lodge anotherapplication for 15 turbines.Skelmorlie Windfarm – Proposalfor either 21 or 16 x 3.5 MW turbinesunder discussion but no further news.The Medical Effects and HealthIssues of Wind TurbinesDuring the last few years medicalresearch has been undertaken inAustralia, USA and Canada and morerecently by the UK British MedicalAssociation, on the detrimental effectsof wind turbines on people.Apart from the ‘flicker’ or shadowcaused by the sun shining on theturbine blades, there is noise, some ofwhich is audible and some inaudible.The most serious is the inaudiblesound known as Low Frequency Noise(LFN). This is likened to a ‘heart beat’and is unlikely to be in sync with yourown heart. Not everyone is affected butmany people are and they suffer fromlack of sleep as a result of waking up inthe middle of the night in a state ofpanic and depression can result.It is reckoned that given the rightweather conditions when turbines areturning, these affects can be felt up to adistance of 4.97 miles / 8 Km awayfrom a turbine. It has to do with theinner ear which stimulated byinfrasound and triggers the fight-orflightresponse.LFN emitted by traffic, planes, trains orother machinery and even by the sea,does not have the same effect as theLFN emitted by wind turbines. Readersare recommended to watch 2 newsclips from Australia onwww.todaytonightadelaide.com.au/?page=Story&StoryID=<strong>13</strong>94 and www.windwatch.org/news/2012/06/06/interviewwith-senator-nick-xenophon/.Moreresearch is required.www.saveyourregionalpark.com6
BadlandsIt stretched on forever. Boiled sandburned the soles of her feet and rosebetween her toes like the rising tide.Even in the dimming light of thefalling sun, the desert still tried toburn her alive. Everything ached.Normally she tanned so beautifully inthe sunlight but here she was burnedred. It stung like a swarm of beesmight, pinpoints stabbed gently intothe surface of the skin. The thinshirt, sleeves sodden with sweat,proved to be no defence against thesun.Little kept her moving now. Afterwalking so long with the pack on herback, it felt like her legs simplymoved against her own will.Pendulums attached to a clock, slow andmonotonous. The black nightdescended. Already her eyes wereflickering. Flicks of her black, hairswayed across her eyesight randomly.Sleepiness grasped her. She fell to herknees first. Then her backpack pushedher over, with all the weight of thetent inside it. She was asleep beforeshe had hit the sand, sending geysersof sand flying in clouds around her.Something called to her. Somethinginaudible and far into the distance,over the crest of the next sand dune.Picking herself up from her place onthe ground, she walked towards thesand dune on stronger legs,memories poured back into her mindfreely. When she reached the edge ofthe sand dune, she could hear thecall as a whisper.“Alice.”Her name over and over.“Alice.”Quiet against the night sky.“Alice.”A soft voice but deep and gruff atthe same time. Calming.“Alice.”It was only the call bringing draggingher farther up the sand dunecrawling, leaving hand prints andfoot prints behind.“Alice.”Standing at the top, she began to feelsleepy again. Becoming weaker. Thecall becoming louder and more frantic.“ALICE.”The cry haunted her. Frightening her.She began to shake uncontrollablyand erratically, not knowing wherethe shaking would take her. Then shefell. Falling into the sand again,awoke from this dream with, kickingand screaming against the sand .Something shook her violently, tryingto grasp her attention. Sand filled hernostrils and dried her mouth.“Calm down,” the soft, deep, gruffvoice said surprisingly calming.“It was…” Alice replied.A hand rested on her shoulder,“You’ve spent too long in my care.”If she were honest with herself, hiswould be the only care that shewould wish to be in. Casting heremerald eyes across his kneelingform, Alice looked into the face ofJoseph Thorpe. His mouth was adark curve against his dark skincomplexion. Three raking, open linesspeared down the front of his face,ugly healed scars. The top of hishead had been burned at birth andnow no hairs grew upon his baldhead. Rising, his ripped cloak flutteredslightly in the desert wind. Everythinghe wore was a dirtied shade of white.“Would you like to rest?” Thorpeasked her.Alice shook her head weakly andlooked up a Thorpe, “I’ve restedenough.” After the moments that shehad spent face down on the sand,she felt somewhat rejuvenated. Thefires that had burned around herankles were subdued and hermuscles appeared stronger. Stayinghere longer seemed inappropriate.Thorpe helped Alice to her feet. Toesburied in the sands cooled by thenight, welcomed after the days thatthey had walked in the blisteringheat. Rising above the dunes thatthey would have to climb, the mooncast its silvering light across theblackened sky turning their formsinto ghostly silhouettes. Stars dancedbeside the moon, gazing down at thetwo travellers on their journey acrossthe Badlands.Nothing grew here. They had to be self-sufficient to survive. Decades ago theplants stopped growing, those thatwere already living simply withered.Few animals thrived here but thosethat did were the hardest of all.Scorpions and snakes, feeding on thebirds that would stop for refuge onlyto have their lives swiftly ended. Noteven Humans were safe. It stilldisturbed her, the memory of seeingthe broken Human skeleton lyingdead and buried uncaringly in thesand. Lifeless eye-sockets staring ather with nothing but darkness.Through the sands, buildings buriedin a time forgotten peaked through.Weaving through these decrepit cities,they strode. Days appeared to blurtogether until the memories were one.It would not have mattered, everymemory was the same: Thorpeleading her through the desert with7CHATTERBOXChatterbox is produced anddistributed on behalf of<strong>Lochwinnoch</strong> Community Council,with support and financialassistance from local sponsors andadvertisers.<strong>Lochwinnoch</strong> CommunityCouncil welcomes all items forpossible inclusion for publication inprint, web or audio format or anyway as thought appropriate by theeditorial teamAll views are of individuals. TheEditor accepts no liability for errorsor statements and claims made insubmissions.no discernible destination in sight.Sometimes she even wondered whythey were making this pilgrimagethrough this place. Then sheremembered everything. She wantedto cry but the tears would only stingher burnt skin so she refrained,wiping her eyes with her palms.Her dry throat begged for water.Reaching for casket, she brought itto her dry parched lips and felt thelast droplets of water slip down herthroat. A dry tongue crept from hermouth seeking any droplet of watercaught on her rough skin.“Thorpe, I need water…” Alice did notcare for such courtesies as “please”.Sighing Thorpe pointed into thedistance. “We have three days left towalk until we can make it out of thebadlands. Three days without water.Do you think you can make it?”“I don’t know,” Alice cried out.“Thorpe… is… are we going to die here?”Thorpe looked into the distance,anxious to keep moving. “We might.”“That’s not comforting.”“What were you expecting? Everythingis going to be just fine and dandy?”A salty tear congealed on the precipiceof Alice’s eyelid. Her tongue reachedout to catch it, desperate for sustenance.“Get up,” Thorpe said, “Three days.That’s all.”Alice felt more comfortable travellingwith Thorpe yet there was nothingbetween them. Alice was unsure ifThorpe even cared for her. Thorpe wasonly a torch to her, nothing more. Aninanimate object. She carried the torchthrough the desert.Robbie WilliamsonRobbie won the <strong>Lochwinnoch</strong> Writers‘Young Writer’ prize 2012