Terence Blacker: Get rich quick by being 'green'

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Having recently contributed to a public inquiry into a proposed wind turbine development, I have taken a particular interest in the news that planning applications of this kind are less likely to be granted than in the past.

As usual, the story has been presented in terms of selfish locals acting against the greater environmental good and, as usual, one crucial element of the renewables story has been entirely ignored. Wind farms are, thanks to the system of public subsidies, highly profitable. The great cause of green energy may impinge on the lives of those who live near to them, but the pain is not exactly shared by developers, landowners and those who act for them. This new report, expressing "growing concerns that developers are being denied a fair hearing", has been issued by the law firm McGrigors, which happens to specialise in the area.

Significantly, developers tend to be reluctant to reveal their figures but, according to the authoritative Renewable Energy Foundation, one 400ft turbine is likely to generate £660,000 a year in income. During its 25-year life, a single turbine would bring in £16.5m.

Landowners will get a healthy share of the action, too. So tempting are the rewards of a successful application that energy companies have taken to cold-calling farmers, offering eye-watering sums. One farmer in Northumberland received 12 approaches. Another was offered £72,000 a year over a 20-year period if he agreed to four turbines being erected on his land.

Here is the first powerful reason why fewer applications from wind farms are being accepted by planning committees than in the past. Attracted by the subsidies on offer, developers are grabbing unsuitable land. On occasions, they have admitted that they have not looked elsewhere in an area for more appropriate sites; it was enough to have a landowner willing to sell.

Unsurprisingly, planning officers and their committees have taken an increasingly sceptical view of applications. Too often, energy companies have, as the recent BBC documentary Windfarm Wars confirmed, held back key information. They have used bullying tactics, and regularly characterise those who have raised concerns about effects on human lives, the impact on landscape and wildlife, as selfish and trivial-minded.

The McGrigors report crucially omits a second reason why applications are less likely to succeed today than two or three years ago. On this small and, compared to Spain, Germany or America, crowded island, there are comparatively few sites suitable for this kind of development – and many of those have already been taken. Every year, finding somewhere to put onshore turbines where they do not have an unacceptably harmful effect becomes more difficult.

It is one of the great hypocrisies of the moment that those who stand to make a fortune in subsidy-based profit are presented, sometimes by those who should know better, as environmental idealists working selflessly for a greener planet. On the other side, anyone who dares to question whether the benefit an individual wind farm may bring is outweighed by the harm it could cause to the countryside and those who live there, will be dismissed as a "Nimby" holding back progress for their own selfish reasons.

If the energy crisis truly requires sacrifice from individuals, it is fair to ask what contribution to the common good, rather than to their own bank balances, is being made by those developers, landowners and lawyers who will grow rich from it.

Powerful women and their fictional fantasies

Reading novels, a Canadian academic has claimed, improves social understanding, but what of its other less positive effects? The dangers of taking a fictional world too seriously have been startlingly evident over recent days.

A few years ago, the famous red-top Rebekah Wade, then editor of the News of the World, required the paper's regular Harry Potter correspondent (what?) to wear the Potter uniform he would keep at the office (what?) when he attended an editorial meeting on – WHAT?– 11 September 2001.

In another part of town, the head of MI5 was fantasising about being Octopussy, the sultry Indian millionairess, who is seduced by Roger Moore in the James Bond film based on an Ian Fleming short story.

Stella Rimington was annoyed, she has confessed, to be described in the press as a "housewife superspy". It has been clear for some time that powerful men working in a hothouse office environment can quickly go round the bend. The effect on powerful women, particularly those vulnerable to fiction, now seems even more disastrous.

Please can we silence some of the chatter?

Watching critics yelping excitedly at one another in last week's Review Show on BBC2, a terrible realisation dawned on me. Suddenly I could understand why Thatcherites used to mock and complain about what they called "the chattering classes". In the 1980s, the phrase seemed like a term of abuse. Now, though, the chatterers really are in charge. As tabloid values get a hammering, a ghastly, keening note of smug middle-class sanctimoniousness has been added. Could we have reached a tipping point when there is simply too much yapping about ideas, columns, books, lectures, films, plays and rumours to be endured by normal people?

It is upsetting to have discovered my inner Thatcherite philistine, but right now, the company of a taciturn, pipe-smoking countryman, who occasionally mentions a bird or a hare he has seen, has never felt more needed.