Blog: So it looks like I finally found my way out of hospital, writes Emma Suddaby.

And having been in and out like a fiddler’s elbow lately, that in itself is a miracle. Who knows where I might be next week, but right now, at this moment, I am home.

And the result of enduring such uncertainty and spending so much time out of my own environment and away from the things I love is that I’ve learned how to appreciate the small things in life, and not to sweat the big ones – and that’s a valuable lesson.

Take these pylons, for instance & in case you haven’t heard, electricity companies want to build an infrastructure of huge pylons across our beautiful hills, collect energy from planned windfarms in a new substation, and transport it out across the new grid.

It’s a huge undertaking and will change the landscape, our landscape, forever – a toughie for someone who has muttered long and loud about the NIMBYs (not-in-my-back-yard-ers) over the years.

As a pilot, albeit not currently flying (a big sigh of relief from those on the ground, please!) I don’t think there’s an airfield I’ve flown from that has not suffered angst and protestations from those living nearby.

Residents moan about aircraft noise and activity, they whinge about traffic travelling to and fro.

They act, in fact, like people who moved in without realising there was a long-established airfield, with all the implied activity that goes along with it, right, slap, bang next door to their shiny new homes.

So I don’t want to be guilty of moving out to the wilds of Powys with no thought as to how service providers are expected to keep up with the needs of the growing rural population. But when I moved into the hills precisely to escape the ugly trappings and technology of urban life, the last thing I wanted to hear of were plans to scar our extraordinarily beautiful landscape with ranks of massive electricity pylons, marching their merciless way through the countryside. All so I can plug my computer in and turn the lights on when it gets dark and pay a competitive rate for the electricity needed.

So should we fight the arrival of the pylons? Or should we let the electricity companies get on with it, and pray for windy weather from now on?

It’s a modern dilemma, but either way, I reckon we’ve earned our own abbreviation . . . how about the WEWIN (Want-Everything-and-Want-It-Now) generation?