Black gold, Texas Tea. The Bavaria Hillbillies. :)
I know, Gambatte probably doesn't live in Bavaria, but other regions of Germany are even more dissimilar in name to "Beverley"
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Black gold, Texas Tea. The Bavaria Hillbillies. :)
I know, Gambatte probably doesn't live in Bavaria, but other regions of Germany are even more dissimilar in name to "Beverley"
Actually I support fracking. Not near Ilkley (obviously!) but anywhere else.
But then when I pass an oil refinery my heart beats faster because they are sooo gorgeous.
I was on holiday in Texas a couple of years ago. It was one refinery after another. I must find my holiday snaps.:D
I've worked on a couple of Oil Terminals (terminals are the storage sites with all the cylindrical towers, as opposed to refinery where the manufacture takes place)
The BP one was most impressive, about a dozen towers around 70ft in height, and numerous other smaller tanks and plant. Huge diameter pipework. Used to travel round the site on a van. Served by the underground pipeline from Stanlow.
The Murco Petroleum site i worked at was smaller, but was even more interesting as the fuel was delivered on huge freight trains which i would connect up to our pipeline system. Twice a week trains coming from Milford Haven, Teeside, etc...
Oil refineries, Stanlow . . . brings back memories of one day when I was 18.
I had taken the Dublin-Liverpool ferry after my first cycling visit to Ireland, and was then cycling home (which was in Bedfordshire at that time). I had decided (on no evidence whatsoever) that the Wirral would be less unpleasant to cycle through than Liverpool and its suburbs, so I took the ferry across the Mersey. As I proceeded southward through Birkenhead, Bebington and the endless dull suburbs to Ellesmere Port, my mental state drifted downward into a state of depression.
I was using a road map at a scale of 1/4-inch to a mile, which didn't show trivia such as oil refineries. There was a public road through the middle of the Stanlow complex, which was shown on the map as a minor road through open country; so suitable for cycling. By the time I emerged at the eastern end of the road, I was convinced that I had seen Hell itself.
My spirits did eventually lift as I passed through Delamere Forest, and realised that there was still beauty on earth.
As well as not showing man-made obstructions, the map also gave no indication of topography. But what happened as I proceeded eastwards from Congleton is another story.
Oh Anthony! To be in charge of a huge high pressure, high temperature,forest of stainless steel columns and venting stacks and pipes with a hundred pulsing, roaring motors, pumps and fans - in the middle of the night when only 22 years, is to feel you are the king of the world.
If you like that sort of thing.:)
I have an engineering degree and became Chartered when working for British Gas plc. but I then moved to HR (primarily Industrial Relations) for many years and then finally into Organisation Development/Corporate Restructuring.
But I have always retained an interest in "energy issues".