filed for SCRAM Safe Energy Journal, 25 March 1994
I can remember the moment as if it were yesterday. A young, red-haired man in a navy sweater with leather arm patches bounded with a sense of self-importance to the front of the room. It was in an old YMCA building in the middle of Edinburgh’s new town.
He joined the small panel of speakers and started to tell the hundreds who had crammed into the room why he was late. He had just flown back from a tour of the Dounreay nuclear complex in Caithness. There they had told him that no-one in Britain was worried about nuclear power.
“I come to this hall, to this meeting tonight, and I see all of you and I know that they are wrong,” he said, to a loud roar of approval. It was a good moment.