I always feel a bit sorry for turbines - set apart from their friends at even intervals, with a job to do to satisfy our human need for light to see by, power to work by, and magic to wifi by! But most of them across the world, including these "Facing the Setting Sun", do at least have another thing in common... they're usually placed in locations of the most dramatic beauty. Far away from us. Perched on some distant hill. And so, thinking about it, perhaps we should not feel too sorry for them?