Grimly Curmudgeon wrote:
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember Skipweasel
saying something like:

Me, for a start. I find them (windmills) restful and pleasant.

You err .. don't live near one then;?...

No, but I've gone out of my way to admire them, and camped near them on
purpose in France.

Careful, you might get 'windmill syndrome'.
Not in a tent. Doesn't resonate the way a house does.

I think london busses are attractive, but they used to wake me every
morning at 5am by shaking the bed when they stopped just under my Crouch
End Broadway window.