The long march south

      They're a feature of the British landscape and although a lot of people hate them we quite like them. There's a strange kind of majesty to them as they stride across the landscape.
      In this case they seem to be striding due South into the rain and murk in the distance, and North obviously.
      The hissing and crackling they create in damp conditions can be a bit off-putting; in fact in thick fog you can't see them but you can hear them and that is disconcerting.
      Still if it wasn't for what they carry you wouldn't be able to read this would you?
      You could say that pylons bring people together! Or not.