Last week I visited friends in the sleepy northern coastal town of Atlit. People are friendly. Peaceful roads wind around leafy streets. Trains run close to the beach, and you hear the warning clang and the rumble as you go about your daily business. The beach is clean and quiet at this time of year. You can see a shadowy silhouette in the watery distance though; the Leviathan gas rig. You don’t pay it too much mind, it seems far enough away. The whole place has the charm of a small town in the 1960s. And the air – the air is fresh and sweet.
But we don’t know how the fresh the air is going to be in Atlit, or indeed in any of the northern coastal towns, once the Leviathan gas platform starts … Read moreRead More