An open letter to the Rt Rev Michael Langrish, Bishop of Exeter, on the subject of his foiled wind farm scheme
I was surprised to read in my paper this morning that you are feeling hard done-by over your foiled scheme to erect two 25-metre-high wind turbines on glebe land in each of three different sites in north Devon: Chittlehampton, Black Torrington and East Anstey.
Apparently you felt the opposition you encountered to your scheme was unnecessarily hostile and aggressive. You wrote (in a letter to the congregations of the villages you were planning to blight):
“I and many of my colleagues have received very unpleasant letters and those who have attended public meetings in a genuine effort to explain the thinking behind our proposals have been shouted down and called liars.”
What surprised me about your letter was that a man intelligent enough to have gained two degrees (one from Cambridge) and canny enough to have risen to the not totally immodest heights of the Bishopric of Exeter should yet be puzzled as to why his flock might object to having a hideous pair of bat-chomping, bird-slicing eco-crucifixes plonked next to their tranquil North Devon villages.
Bishop, you are no doubt a very busy man, what with all the sustainability workshops you have to attend and all the junk-science books by Mark Lynas and George Monbiot you have to read in order to keep abreast of the latest weapons-grade drivel about “climate change.” Probably you haven’t found time yet to visit Chittlehampton, Black Torrington and East Anstey. But that’s OK: thanks to the wonders of the internet you can now visit them without once having to leave your episcopal throne.
Here, for example, you will find pictures of the land near Chittlehampton where two of the turbines were to have been sited. (Bang next to the Old Vicarage, ironically). Pretty, isn’t it? The kind of place, indeed, which needs wind turbines about as much as Exeter Cathedral green needs an Occupy encampment or a nuclear missile site or a high altar to Satan. The kind of place on to which only somebody woefully ill-informed, unbelievably thick-skinned or hopelessly in thrall to the pagan religion of Gaia-worship would ever dream of imposing such monstrosities. Which of these describes you, I wonder.