Many years ago, I stood in a field and watched, on a bright, clear morning one of east Kent’s most iconic industrial landmarks come crashing to the ground. The cooling towers of Richborough Power Station, near Sandwich, were far from beautiful. In fact they stood out like something of a sore thumb among the green fields which rolled down towards the area’s curving coastline. Yet more than a few tears were shed by the thousands who gathered from miles around to watch these monoliths be reduced to rubble. Why? Because although it was hard to grow attached to them, per se, they represented, to ma…
