written and posted by members of Lancashire Dead Good Poets' Society

Showing posts with label Wind Farms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wind Farms. Show all posts

Friday, 22 March 2019

Renewable Energy.

I'm an advocate for renewable energy...not in a large way you understand, just purely a personal view. When we had our large house in Buckie we heated it with mainly wood that we collected either from the beach or from the leftovers of forest felling (with permission).  It was with great glee that we would scour the high tide mark for bits of kindling...a bag full of bits could give a warm bath. After a storm we'd work our way along the coastline, collecting and cutting washed up timber- often that included some rather exotic species or bits of wooden ships! This fire heated ten radiators so was quite a boon and my only regret was that it was inset and not a stove top...as I would have used that too!

When I lived in Aberdeen,  as a youngster, many areas of Scotland were being flooded or utilised for Hydro power. I recall my Dad driving over roads that would soon be flooded as water rose and we'd take trips to see newly constructed Hydro electric power stations. Why only last autumn I returned to see a dam at Trinafour, where I'd had a photo taken when I was quite young! I've also been inside the mountain at Cruachan to see that power station.

On a trip  to Switzerland  I walked round a huge underground complex of waterfalls from melt water from the Eiger that generated electricity, that was wondrous!

I'm always captivated by Victorian engineering and admire their audacity and ingenuity in their construction of reservoirs, railways, canals etc. Why some planned towns and stately homes  had their own source of electricity.

The picture below shows the wind farms in the U.K.

 
 
Today mankind is searching for ways to produce energy inthe form of electricity without causing ecological problems. Along the lower reaches of the River Lune there are fields of solar panels, that I find quite fascinating. As a hillwalker I am aware of wind farms and I don't mind them as such, in fact they provide good waymarking! As one drives across the border into Scotland , forests have been cleared and wind farms now cover the same acres. Many car parks are supplied with 'charging' points for electric vehicles too. Yes. I like renewable energy..or at least the wise use of this resource.
 
I had solar panels fitted to my home several years ago. I'd enquired about wind energy but the maintenance of a wind turbine was very expensive....so solar won. It's not much I know, but I've halved my monthly electricity bill by the wise use of what I'm producing. So when the sun shines I use electrical appliances...I vacuum clean, I sew, I bake and cook, I cut the grass...I fill flasks with boiling water to last into the evening. Unfortunately batteries to store the power are terribly expensive and very large. The excess goes to the power company and the National grid, for which I get paid.
 
I believe that all new houses ought to be built to be as energy saving as possible...so insulation should be top notch, solar panels should be fitted, rain harvesters provided...BUT house builders won't do this, NO they build quick, cheap and sell high. It's a win situation for the energy providers too!
 
But that's enough of my views and rants and a return to the theme for this week of  'Power and Energy' . My poem for this week was written some time ago when I walked on the North side of Clougha Pike looking for Andy Goldsworthy's constructions, that I knew to be somewhere on the site of an abandoned limestone quarry. Having found them I not only admired the corbelled structure and the grand views but also the wind turbines across into Littledale.
 
Andy Goldsworthy's Constructions
Three silent sentinels amid the moorland heather
Facing southwards, all three, facing wind and weather.
In line- not touching- brothers in stone together

Openings facing out towards the sunrise
As if in a silent scream of sudden surprise
At the view to Yorkshire and Ingleborough rise.

Three alone in a quarry of lime,
A boulder strewn landscape forgotten in time
Where men once grafted, faces drawn in grime.

Three silent sentinels that tell of the past
Of  a labour in quarrying - not to last -
Shortlived, essential once, but gone too fast.

Three brothers side by side never linking,
One eye each looking out, unblinking.
Where across the valley turbines turn unthinking.

Linked together across the ages forever.
Technology old and new bound together.
Many silent sentinels standing in the heather.
 
 
Thanks for reading, Kath.



Saturday, 20 January 2018

Windfarming For Dummies

I've deliberately chosen an ambiguous and provocative title for this Saturday's blog on the topic of  wind farms. Poets are allowed - perhaps even expected  - to assume a certain edginess at times.

I've tried doing some serious research for this piece and although I've been able to compile a short list of interesting factoids (reproduced below), my abiding impression is that objectivity is in scant supply. Who and what to believe? Windfarming is a serious business (even if it's not a proper gerund) but the majority of what I've read on the subject has the disturbing ring of propaganda about it, displaying an inherent bias either in favour - from the greens or  'renewables' lobby, or in vehement repudiation - from the fossils, champions of carbon fuels (coal, oil, gas) and the nuclear brigade.

In short, there is a battle being waged for our hearts and minds as energy consumers, tax payers and voters. Whatever the bill, we (and our children) are the ones who'll end up paying. I'll try and summarise what I've gleaned regarding the tactics being employed in this generation game.

First, those half-dozen factoids, because they are reputed to be data-based and have some claim to be true:
- total world energy requirements are growing by 2% per year
- wind-generated power accounts for only 1% of global energy output (2015)
- Denmark leads the way: generates 140% of its electricity needs through windfarms
- all energy generation in the UK is subsidised (coal, gas, oil, nuclear, solar and wind)
- onshore windfarming is now the cheapest way to produce electricity in the UK (2016)
- the malaise of 'wind turbine syndrome' has no scientific substance to it

It seems as though there's a lot of scarifying going on, mainly on behalf of vested interests in the carbon fuels industry. They claim that windfarming is bad for us, a health hazard - a bizarre contention when one considers the damage done by coal-mining, fracking and the emissions from coal, oil and gas power-stations (which still account for over 80% of world energy generation). One public health report debunked such a notion, concluding: "There are several reasons to suspect that wind turbine syndrome is psychogenic: a 'communicated' disease spread by groups with a connection to fossil fuel interests." They also slate wind power as unreliable and old school: "It's a fluctuating stream of low-density energy. Mankind stopped using it for mission-critical transport and mechanical power long ago." One US senator even tried to claim that wind is not a sustainable resource - not just that it's intermittent (acknowledged) but that we'll run out if it one day. I imagine he's stood and looked over the edge of the flat earth!

Accepting that we need a diversified set of energy-producing solutions and that the total cost equation appears to be tilting much more in favour of renewables, I for one would be prepared to see more windfarming (primarily onshore) in the UK if it keeps the lights burning, the wheels turning and the carbon emissions reducing. If it's good enough for Denmark...

Admittedly there are some sites of outstanding natural beauty where one would want to prohibit the introduction of wind farms but I think that banks of slender turbines quietly generating power out of thin air off our coasts or on our hilltops is quite an aesthetically pleasing sight in its own right.

"A Crucifixion Of Angels"
Today's short poem on topic is freshly wafted in on the creative breeze...

Blow The Wind Westerly
A crucifixion of angels
pinned atop their slender poles
waits on a westerly wind
to set their trefoils spinning free.

Hanging on the strengthening breeze
they turn thin air to electricity,
silently, yielding light in our darkness
and heat for our homes.

In doing so
they need not atone for anything,
for they spit out no poisons,
leave no toxic bones.

If standing tall on our skylines
like guardians of a cleaner future
is all their misdemeanour,
surely we can forgive them that.

Thanks for reading. Have a bracing week, S ;-)