Sitting quietly and incongruously at the edge of the Lake, is one of the Valley's coal stations. At night, it is not so quiet. When the steam is pumping out of the chimneys and the moon is up, there is a gothic feel about this huge contentious, divisive, maligned but defiant structure, and I imagine I am in Dickensian England. Close up, it has a strange kind of beauty; a testament to engineering and a prosperous history that once was the heart of the Valley. The sheer size of it as you drive near it, or approach by boat is enough to demand respect.
A Latrobe Valley Family 27/3/14
As I see people struggle to breath I am attempting to make sense of the madness I have witnessed in Morwell and surrounds.
I watch the toxic smoke pour into our air and am appalled at the lack of action by our health authorities. I have concerns about all of our health but especially the health of our children. It didn't take long on the internet to know the smoke was bad for everyone.