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 🙂


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