I see a lot in the media about broadband as a utility, as important to people’s daily lives as water and electricity. Out here in middleofnowhereland the broadband comes down a piece of baling twine, pre-used and unloved. Being some 8 miles from the exchange, it’s a wonder that we can make phone calls, let alone sending an email. The only streaming that’s been going on ’round here is down at the bottom of the valleys.

Until today.

One of the first things I started working on when we moved into the Hall was to sort out the internet for the whole estate. The Regional Sales Director at BT came by and told me we didn’t stand a chance of getting any broadband connection worth it’s name without spending a five figure sum, plus ¬£1k/month line rental. And that would just be for the Hall. 

Thankfully one of the neighbouring estates has established a wireless wide area network (Wi-Fi on a large scale), and we have line of sight to their main tower. We could put a receiver/transmitter on the roof of the Hall, then bounce to another receiver/transmitter at the Village Hall, and any of the residents who can see either place (about 90% of them) would then be able to get up to 30GB download speeds. That’s like magic.

Unfortunately I didn’t calculate that the neighbouring estate had, up until now, only put transmitters on land that they owned, so everything dragged to a standstill whilst the lawyers got involved…

Five months later…

… and the equipment is in, it’s all working fine, and the first households are already up and running. We’re yet to get online though – somehow I have the feeling that the Hall will be the last property on the estate to get connected.

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