Exploring The Ethics Of Defending The Moors With Force


Today’s adventures started with a trip to Manchester, retracing some of the steps I’d previously described in an entry last year: “Leeds To Scotland & Back Again.” Regular readers will know from my descriptions how the M62 offers extensive views of turbine blight for virtually all its length, in various clusters that together form one giant corridor of degraded countryside. I’ve also said again and again how Manchester itself has been heavily blighted by views of the huge Scout Moor wind farm to the north, definitely and unambiguously lowering the tone and devaluing vast swathes of the metropolitan area.

Like all wind farms – assuming one was brainwashed enough to start with a positive cognitive bias towards them, just as I was – Scout Moor’s appeal begins to curdle the longer you stare at it. After prolonged exposure to its incessant, haphazard spinning blade movements, the victim’s mood is affected adversely. Try crawling up the A576 from Cheetham Hill to Middleton: for most of the route the turbines are directly ahead, the only man-made objects visible on the otherwise open moorland plateau that reaches its summit at Hail Storm Hill, although the trig point is located a few hundred metres away at the ever-so-slightly lower Top of Leach. We’ll be talking about leaches shortly. Well, leeches anyway. Bloodsucking parasites that take more than they give.

Let’s look at the psychological impact of this for a moment. Instead of one’s eyes gazing from the labyrinthine maze of dark terraces towards distant vistas of wild hills (low mountains, really!), the wind farm acts as a man-made barrier to the natural world, like the bars of a prison cell. I claim this really does limit and inhibit a certain part of the brain’s activity; or rather, the higher neocortex functions are interrupted by fear responses. This is all low-level and subconscious most of the time, and one of the reasons for writing the blog is to bring it out of the shadows and into the light, to identify the root cause of the altered thought processes and to describe the symptoms in more detail.

If we do need wind farms, which I don’t think we do, Scout Moor and the South Pennines are eminently the wrong place for them, being such beautiful and remote uplands adjacent to such huge urban areas. This is a unique juxtaposition within such a small country as Britain (from Central Manchester to the sub-arctic summit of Kinder Scout is barely 20 miles) that it seems an act of criminal and dangerous destruction to have disfigured the surrounding peaks with so much inappropriate, mind-affecting wind blight.

Poor Heywood nestles under the shadow of the horrendous Scout Moor eyesore, as does neighbouring Rochdale. That would be bad enough for the beleaguered birthplace of the Co-operative movement, but just one appalling wind farm apparently wasn’t enough social injustice for the town’s residents; what they really needed to make them feel truly small, inferior and basically useless pieces of shit was another huge “gangster” wind farm in the shape of Crook Hill, plus countless single turbines dotted around in every direction. A drive along the A58 from Heywood into the centre of Rochdale offers views of all this wind blight, towering high above even the giant “Seven Sisters” tower blocks.

Sorry, Rochdalians, if I am making your historic, heritage-filled town sound like a hellhole. I actually love the place, and I’m on your side 100%. I love Rochdale more than some ex-residents, it would seem! Maybe you have to live somewhere to really get to know the downside, and Rochdale has not been short of social problems over the last couple of hundred years. But there is something admirable about the blunt-but-honest Rochdalian spirit – that same integrity which Abraham Lincoln noted, in relation to the townspeople’s solidarity with the slaves of the cotton plantations. Rochdale people are good, honest, hard-working and loyal, despite their sometimes gruff exterior. I have nothing but respect for them!

Rooley Moor proved one wind farm too many for the town’s population. They had already rejected Crook Hill, but Planning Inspector George Baird knew best, imposing the godawful wind farm on the residents of Rochdale without their consent and against their will. Where is George Baird now? Come out, come out, Mr Baird, wherever you are! I have a few questions for you…

How come all these Planning Inspectors seem to go very quiet when you try and locate them? Aren’t they proud of the great work they’ve done? I’m proud of my work, I go on about it all the time! And if ever I screw up, my boss has a one-to-one with me explaining where I went wrong. I apologise and move on. Don’t they operate like that in the Planning Inspectorate?

I’ve offered to come down to Bristol to meet the Planning Inspectors and have a good old chat with them, but they’re not very forthcoming. Surprising really, bearing in mind I’m more interested in town and country planning procedures than maybe 99% of the general public. I can’t think of many other people who sit there drawing up town boundary improvements for fun. Yes it’s highly Aspie of me, but it also shows a level of connection with the physical universe and its natural energies that seems to be entirely lacking in those who consider wind farms to be a good thing!

I headed north through Whitworth, the route I used to take when covering the Crook Hill construction. After Bacup I took the road that I previously described as making me feel physically sick, the A681 towards Todmorden via some of the most hideous wind blight of the lot, captured on video (see above).


That’s the Freedom of Information request I have sent respectively to Rossendale (re Reaps Moss), Calderdale (re Todmorden) and Rochdale (re Crook Hill). I didn’t feel quite as physically ill this time, but I definitely wasn’t uplifted or energised by this high altitude landscape as I used to be, less than ten years ago. I was just puzzled as to exactly how these huge contraptions, supposedly powered by the wind, were moving when there was, in fact, no wind!

Halfway down the winding road towards Tod, I took an almost invisible left turn, just by the observatory, and headed on a narrow lane past the other side of Todmorden Common. Let’s not forget, these horrid, flammable turbines were built on deregistered Open Access Common Land.

What this means in real terms is that Coronation Power, a tax-avoiding corporation based in the British Virgin Islands, was able to buy up Common Land that belonged to the people of Yorkshire, in order for another corporation to to erect industrial machinery on the hills where ramblers and birdwatchers used to have free rein, all funded by global investment banks who smoothed the transfer of funds between all the different corporations. The Green Party and Friends Of The Earth were all for the bankers and bulldozers moving in, by the way, offering no support whatsoever to local nature lovers.

And you wonder why people vote for an anti-wind Conservative Party???

I don’t – it’s a no-brainer really. They are the only adults in the room at the moment. I wish there were others, I really do.

As if the cumulative blight of Todmorden, Reaps Moss and Crook Hill wasn’t enough, views of the otherwise stunning South Pennines across the Cliviger Gorge have also been destroyed by the unwelcome presence of the repowered Coal Clough Wind Farm.

Zigzagging down the twisty lane to the upper Calder Valley (that’s right, all this concrete, steel, paint and neodymium has been dumped at the head of the Calder, the same river that keeps flooding for some reason!), that familiar and predictable sensation of an amygdala hijack kicked in. What had started off as a routine trip back from Manchester had once again transformed into a political and cultural battle training mission. My thoughts as I travelled the A646 along the Calder Valley were dominated by the ethics of using force to remove the wind farms.

My starting point was this: “If we were to forcibly remove all traces of wind energy from the UK, what would the country be like?” I maintain it would be a better place without this most immediate threat to the health and well-being of our nature-loving residents.

One concern is that the past few generations have become disconnected from the natural geography of Brtain, which is mutually exclusive with both (a) environmentalism and (b) happiness. You can’t be truly green if you don’t love the ground beneath your feet. You can’t be truly happy either, if you are that disconnected from nature.

I believe the people of Britain have been too soft and casual about defending themselves against such eco-vandalism on an industrial scale. An armed population would certainly be more confident in protecting their natural habitats; therefore, in purely abstract terms, using firearms as a defensive tool would be the simplest course of action to protect our countryside. It would certainly be the most immediately effective deterrent to wind scammers – an organic line of defence against eco-destruction that would instantly incapacitate the invaders and protect the moors in real-time.

However, because homicide is currently illegal in the UK, residents are not encouraged to shoot wind scammers, no matter how tempted they might be. Instead this blog recommends wind victims use the force of law to defend themselves, despite the law itself in this regard having being corrupted during the late 00s by the then Labour government (the same government who a few years earlier had enshrined the right of the working man to wander the countryside). I personally feel ashamed that I took my eye off the ball at this critical time, not doing more to derail the wind farm legislation before it passed into law. As I say, I was brainwashed. We all were.

Still, the law can change, and that’s what I’m working on. I even explained in the previous entry the legal precedent for the policy I’d like to see: fly-tipping.

Fly-tipping is illegal. Why?

What is materially different between fly-tipping and erecting a harmful wind turbine?

Both are only of benefit to the ones doing it, offering no benefit to everyone else. 

So why aren’t wind turbines as illegal as fly-tipping?

“Oh but wind turbines lower emissions”… So does a contractor dropping his rubble off in a layby on the way home, rather than having to drive all the way to the dump.  Does that make it acceptable? Plus, as I informed Tesco: a firm’s carbon footprint would be ZERO if they simply shut up shop altogether. If you can’t get by without wind turbine subsidies, you have to ask yourself if what you’re doing is truly sustainable.

The Todmorden Turbine Fire:




Astronomers Fear “Ring Of Turbines” Around The South Pennine Moors


Todmorden Common Deregistered:

Very, very sad reading this and seeing the photos of what it looked like as recently as 2011. Do you want this happening to a common near you???


Let’s be honest and real: anyone who thinks these turbines are a good idea is elevating electricity over nature. That’s a valid point of view if you’re intellectually honest about it and prepared to say: “Electricity is more important to my well-being than nature.” But you can’t have it both ways – you can’t claim to be a nature lover and then approve of the destruction of natural upland areas for electrical generation, any more than is ABSOLUTELY necessary. Can we prove every single turbine within the Scout Moor, Crook Hill, Reaps Moss, Todmorden and Coal Clough wind farms is ABSOLUTELY necessary; that we’d die without them? If not, then they really can’t be justified on environmental grounds.

It’s not good enough simply believing in the general concept of wind energy; each and every individual turbine needs to justify its own existence with actual, real-life evidence of its proven service to nature.

So before supporting the construction of any more wind electricity generators in the countryside, just be honest with yourself about who you are deep down:

Are you a Techno Child or are you an Earth Child???

Elsewhere in the world, an excellent but horrifying account of how wind power has wrecked Germany:


The Totalitarian Roots Of Environmentalism:


And yet another case of ACTUAL performance not living up to the sales-pitch:


EDIT: A day later – a day filled with other, much more rewarding activities than deliberately surrounding oneself with eco-destruction, such as working hard in a busy retail environment, relaxing with good friends and listening to great music – I can read back at my angry words above with a vastly more relaxed state of mind. Hopefully the gallows humour comes across! But the intensity of the language IS the point: the writing is a true snapshot of the emotional disturbance caused by real-life exposure to the wind turbines documented.

If I came across as a loony…. BLAME THE TURBINES 🙂


Turbine Blight Between Leeds & Liverpool


It’s been over a month since my last blog entry, proof I hope that I only write when there’s something new to be said, never padding out this blog with superfluous words just for the sake of it. What with Storm Emma and the Beast From The East, it’s not been great weather for exploring the wild, upper reaches of the Pennines.

Since the government was elected on a platform of No More Onshore Wind Farms, that element of this website’s work is done (for now). Let us hope over the next four years, the wind industry is killed off for good, so that it can’t clamber back into existence!

I namechecked this blog in a debate on the Order Order blog, and was once again promptly informed by a contributor that I should seek psychiatric help! Well that’s the point, dumbo. Once again I’m two steps ahead… the whole point of the blog is to make the case that wind turbines harm my mental health, so calling me a lunatic only proves me right! As I said in the debate (more or less): “Fine, if I need psychiatric help, then blame the turbines. I’m telling you here and now they drive me crazy. The very existence of this blog is proof of the impact of wind turbines on my mental health. Calling me a loony on the basis of my written testimony merely confirms that these awful machines can indeed affect the mental faculties of a human being.”

Many, many other readers agreed with me. The vast majority of comments were in agreement with me that wind turbines are a pox upon this green and pleasant land.

It wasn’t until yesterday that I was again directly affected by wind turbines, hence today’s write-up. The journey: from Leeds to Liverpool and back again. I’ve already described the turbine blight near Leeds and along the M62 towards the Scammonden Viaduct. Sadly, two of the turbines that lost blades before Christmas have now been fixed. Grudging respect for getting them back up and running…harrumph! The middle of the three Daisy Bank turbines, however, remains sans blades, so still one down 🙂

The M62 also offers clear views over the Calder Valley towards Ovenden Moor Wind Farm, looking trashy and bedraggled. How depressing a view, looming over Halifax and Bradford and separating them from their nearest moors. Just before Scammonden you can even sometimes see the diabolical turbines of Crook Hill poking over the distant skyline. Luckily, the huge viaduct acts as a gateway to another world, and once safely through you enter the true wilderness. In good weather, you can traverse Rishworth Moor in barely fifteen minutes, but in bad weather, such as last week’s snowstorms, this section can trap motorists for hours on end, with Mountain Rescue and the Armed Forces drafted in to aid stranded drivers.

I was apprehensive about driving this stretch at 5am barely three days after it had reopened, but mercifully it was only rain that lashed down rather than snow. To the left, the mountainous ridge of White Hill lived up to its name, still largely covered in the white stuff; to the right the vast expanse of empty moorland stretched miles from Booth Wood to Blackstone Edge (via Cat Stones and Dog Hill). The junction with the A672 marks the high point of the motorway, with the distinctive Windy Hill tower dominating the landscape.

Motorways, towers, windy hills… what is it that makes the M62 across the moors a man-made work of great beauty and magnificence, dare I say it even “good” for the environment (in the sense that funnelling so much traffic onto one six-lane highway removes it from all the other roads across the tops). Maybe it’s the same reason why I prefer the concept of nuclear power stations to wind turbines. Let’s not piss about with dozens of small developments when you can just build a couple of turbo plants that do the same job? Using wind turbines is akin to still using the A58, A672, A640, A62, A635 and A628 as the main routes across the Pennines, rather than just selecting one corridor as our superhighway.

Maybe too if we just had one huge wind farm for the whole of Britain (even if it was the size of a whole county), that would be preferable. When Scout Moor was the only wind farm in the South Pennines, it was more bearable. It might have even won approval for its extension, had the surrounding moors not subsequently fallen victim to cumulative impact, which always happens once an area of unspoilt countryside has been breached.

So that’s one reason why the M62 gets a better environmental rating than wind farms – it’s by far the most efficient use of land to do an incredible job in improving the lives of millions and millions of people, every day of the year and in particular those winter months when all the other routes are impassable.

Yes it is true that when the M62 goes down, EVERYTHING goes down, that is one downside of putting all our eggs in one basket. If a nuclear power station we’re all relying upon goes down, then we really are screwed. So I get the logic behind spreading around the energy supply, it does offer what we call in IT “redundancy” (ie a backup that kicks in if the main system fails).

As always in life, there’s a happy medium somewhere. Clearly you need some kind of backup, but generally speaking it’s more efficient to have one central unit doing most of the work rather than having it spread around several generators. Imagine, for example, every component on your PC required a separate mains power lead: one for the graphics card, one for the network card, one for the RAM, one for the processor etc. You’d need 20 power sockets before you could even log into Facebook!

How does this Economies of Scale approach tally with my previously-stated preference for grass roots, “small is beautiful” developments, as opposed to top-down, centrally planned schemes then? How can I on the one hand claim to support localism and on the other hand advocate massive nuclear power stations over small turbines? Simple answer: there are no small turbines! OK, there’s a few micro ones which I don’t comment on simply because they don’t catch my eye, so there’s no issue. But essentially the turbines I call out are by their very nature too big – they have to be a certain size to “catch the wind”! My point is that even a privately owned wind turbine has a disproportionately large and negative impact on the surrounding environment. A single farmer and family could destroy the landscape for miles and miles around simply to meet their own individual energy needs.

Wind turbines are intrinsically too large to justify the destructive impact they have on our treasured landscapes. Any possible benefit an inappropriate wind turbine might provide for a single business is ALWAYS outweighed by the loss of amenity value for everyone else. Selfish.

Fly-tipping is the EXACTLY the same: good for the one doing it, bad for everyone else… and that’s illegal. So why aren’t wind turbines???

In aesthetic terms, I would make the case that the river-like ribbon of the M62 follows the contours of the land; hence the farm in the middle of the motorway (not, contrary to popular belief, because the farmer wouldn’t budge!), and therefore is more natural-looking, despite the amazing earthworks that were carried out. Before the Scammonden Viaduct, the land to the north of the motorway at this point was contiguous with the land to the south; now it has been bisected. Ditto, the Pennine Way footbridge that links Windy Hill with Blackstone Edge; before the motorway this would have been one continuous upland ridge. The junction with the A672 is possibly a bit over-engineered, but it does serve as an emergency escape should the motorway be blocked, with HGV drivers having to switch rapidly from motorway driving to windy A-road mode. Cattle grids stop stray sheep wandering onto the M62.

So environmentally, operationally and aesthetically I would say the calibre of engineering and technology behind the M62 is head and shoulders above the calibre of “science” behind wind turbines. Furthermore, politically and socially the M62 is of way more benefit to humanity, it’s there for everyone and owned by us all, collectively. It’s truly integrated into the landscape, with literally nobody opposed to its existence. Even the farmer in the middle!

Once over the county line into Red Rose country, we begin our rapid descent into the East Lancashire/Greater Manchester urban area. Literally the first thing we see, directly ahead of us, is the APPALLING wind turbine next to Ashworth Road, almost ten miles away, high on a hill, obscuring the Peel Tower and Winter Hill transmitters (more of which to come…) As Blackstone Edge falls away to the right, the horrific Crook Hill turbines can be seen looking as downmarket as ever, absolutely ravaging the otherwise stupendous line of peaks to the north of Rochdale. Even more blight lies beyond, with Scout Moor’s turbines transforming what should be the logical extension of the Dark Peak into a nightmarish, post-apocalyptic environmental horror story.

I ALWAYS feel my stress levels rising whenever I see these hideous, hideous turbines blighting the entirety of Greater Manchester. No wonder Manchester is full of social problems: the turbines make me for one feel stressed, aggressive, hostile and ready to lash out against those who enabled them. I’m well aware of the turbines’ impact on me, and the need to write this down clinically, with forensic attention to detail, rather than simply to act on impulse. But I do want the authorities to know that their turbines make me feel like attacking the people who allowed their construction. Not that I want to hurt anyone, but I do want them to know the distress they have caused, to the point where if direct defensive force was required to remove the source of the distress, it would be used. Fortunately, there are enough British people out there to vote for the one and only major party that seems to “get it”.

The most effective force of the lot is the force of law, and that’s my method of choice to bring about environmental justice.

I don’t care about any other political issue as strongly as I care about wind turbines, and I’d hazard a guess that most Wind Warriors feel the same. There is only ONE issue that makes the difference between who we will vote for or not: where do you stand on wind farms? Support them and not only won’t we vote for you, we will strive to ruin you and your shitty political parties. Oppose wind farms, however, and we will back you all the way. If Jeremy Corbyn could outdo Theresa May on opposing wind farms more vigorously, then he’d get my vote and win the next General Election, simple as that.

NOTHING ELSE MATTERS. A fish rots from the head down, so screw up the heads of our rivers and you’ll screw up the population, no matter what other policies you try and enact. That really is all there is to politics. The party that looks after the mountains is the one that really has the best interests of the population at heart. And if this sounds “lunatic”, you don’t know your social history. LEARN! Read about the creation of the National Parks. Study the origins of the Manchester Ramblers’ movement. Bone up on The Countryside and Rights of Way Act, passed as recently as 2000 by the party that went onto win by a landslide the following year (Labour!). This is not a right-wing or left-wing issue, it’s simply about how closely connected a political party is to the voice of nature at any given moment, and it swings both ways. If a party treats the mountains right, it’ll probably have more respect for the general public, that’s my maxim.


Back wind farms and get slaughtered at the ballot box. Oppose wind farms and win power to enact whatever other policies you want.

After the slog around Manchester towards Liverpool I only saw a couple of awful looking turbines far too close to the M62 for comfort, one particularly nasty looking one near Warrington.

The return journey was fascinating. Liverpool itself has a few unwelcome turbines in its docks, but at least this is an industrial area. I would imagine the turbines do bugger all other than act as a totem for the City Council’s green virtue-signalling. I headed out on the A580, and just before St Helens turned onto the B Road towards Rainford, the first real countryside east of Liverpool. A series of windy roads took me towards Orrell, via way of a very steep hill with more radio masts at the top. Orrell merged into Up Holland, separated from Shevington by the Douglas valley. Across the A49 at Standish, then more zigzagging around Blackrod to Rivington, Winter Hill’s presence looming nearer and nearer.

Everyone in Greater Manchester knows Winter Hill, even if they don’t realise they do. You can see the red lights of its huge radio tower from miles and miles away in every direction. It’s even more prominent than Holme Moss and the Emley Tower. Along with a few smaller towers, the giant tower has co-opted the summit of this Marilyn for business rather than leisure use. But the towers, though dominant, don’t have the same arrogant or intimidating vibe as the turbines. Winter Hill would be more beautiful without them, absolutely, but our whole approach to communications infrastructure is radically different and you can tell – there’s no free-for-all for developers to chance their arm on a get-rich-quick radio tower.

Immediately to the north and east of Winter Hill lie some of the most unpublicised, off-the-radar Pennine uplands, the West Pennine Moors. I took the fairly scary moorland road east of Rivington towards Belmont. Signs warning of “Ice” were everywhere, though it was early enough and the sun was shining for the surface of the road to be ice-free, just full of potholes. This is a great road though, highly recommended. It’s only when descending into Belmont that you see Scout Moor once again, and immediately feel your stress levels rising. Try it!

After Belmont I headed into a really gorgeous area of deep, dense forestry around the southern slopes of Darwen Moor. I crossed the “Devil’s Highway” (the A666) and headed down a narrow B-Road towards the unspoilt villages of Chapeltown and Edgworth. I say “unspoilt”: the villages themselves were lovely, but unbelievably planning permission had been granted for a truly disgusting turbine on the hillside immediately east of Edgworth. EUGH! By now I had been triggered with that familiar stressed feeling;


Hence the blog post and little note to who I think are the proprietors (sincere apologies if not): get this, these muppets call themselves The Wellbeing Farm haha! They’ve driven me to write a thousand words outlining the negative impact of wind turbines on my mental health and well-being, and they have the chutzpah to call themselves The Wellbeing Farm! Hopefully my feedback on their website sets them straight…

By now feeling incredibly irritable, not helped by the knowledge that some spiv has their eyes on building another turbine on the beautiful Hoddlesden Moor to my left, I focused on the winding pass across this remote stretch of the West Pennines. Shortly I was presented with another ghastly vision: the repulsive turbines of the abomination that is the Hyndburn Wind Farm forming distinctly Satanic looking shapes and ruining what would otherwise be one of the most stunning views in the country – looking north towards Pendle Hill, the Forest of Bowland and the Yorkshire Dales.


Sure enough I felt that recognisable turbine tingle drilling into my brain via my ears as I headed north towards the M65. Could it have been the Hyndburn turbines, spinning rapidly despite NO WIND?

Has anyone ever satisfactorily answered this one: how come 12 industrial size turbines at Hyndburn were spinning fast in ZERO wind? If not the wind, what else could have been powering them on Wednesday 7 March at 17:30pm?

By now on the M65 heading eastwards towards Colne, barely a few minutes after Hyndburn I spotted more industrial turbines at Hameldon Hill. Mercifully, Pendle Hill and Boulsworth Hill remain turbine-free, offering at last some unspoilt upland scenery to ease the mind and bring back a semblance of natural equilibrium to the landscape.

The final sighting of the day took me back to the very roots of this blog, that fateful day on February 1st 2017 when I first spotted the Jaytail Farm wind turbine under construction (the “star” of this blog’s avatar photo!) Little did I know that my initial complaint to Bradford Council about this turbine would lead me on a journey that would wind up with this blog. You get your first glimpse of this turbine from the west as you head down the eastern side of the Pennine watershed near Cowling. Once in sight, it dominates the view as far as Keighley, directly in the line of vision of the A629.




Suffice to say, the whole day’s travel provided more than enough material for an action-packed blog entry and more first-hand evidence of how wind turbines have affected my mental health and wellbeing!

The Wellbeing Farm:

I’ve read through your website and I really wish I could endorse your business. As a veteran Wedding Disco DJ, I have nothing but respect for good wedding venues, and all-in-all your venture looks genuinely impressive. SO WHY RUIN IT ALL WITH THE STUPID, UNNECESSARY WIND TURBINE BLIGHT? How does it help your business? Are you aware of how badly your turbine blights the landscapes of the Blackburn Community Forest, the West Pennine Moors, Holcombe Moor and Cheetham Close, plus the conservation areas of Edgworth, Chapeltown and Turton Bottoms? Do you not feel the turbine has “bad karma” and needlessly causes stress and antagonism to everyone else in the vicinity? Would your business suffer too badly were the turbine to be quietly decommissioned one night?

Tell you what: remove the wind turbine and I’ll DJ for free at your next six wedding bookings 🙂 Do we have a deal?!