
August’s Pylon of the Month comes from the Sperrin Mountains in Northern Ireland where I spent a few enjoyable days earlier in the month. After the sustained heat in the south of England, it was almost pleasurable to be rained on and to have temperatures about 10 degrees cooler! This pylon is somewhere on or near the Magherafelt – Coolkeeragh 275kV line that runs through the Sperrins, but I was not as punctilious as usual in recording the exact location! The line runs from the Lisahally biomass power station near Derry/Londonderry, the first of its kind in Northern Ireland. There are a lot of wind farms in the Sperrins, something which appears to have caused a fair bit of controversy with this petition claiming that:
Northern Ireland, particularly the Sperrins, is being overwhelmed by wind farms, with insufficient consideration of their drawbacks. The Sperrin region, an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty (AONB), faces the imminent threat of becoming a dumping ground for large, seemingly eco-friendly energy projects. We believe there is currently an unsustainable over-reliance on wind energy development as the primary means to meet renewable energy targets.
The move towards more renewable energy generation is going to make this a common issue over the next few years. It was an issue in the Welsh election earlier in the year, although opposition is often linked to a broader scepticism about net zero targets. It will be interesting to see how this holds up after the heatwaves of this summer. Maybe the recent BBC News story about people living near pylons getting £250 off their electrcity bills will also help. The article mentions a pylon line in Scotland which reminded that this controversy as not new, as readers of the August 2017 post about Beauly to Denny power line might remember! That post featured a poem by Stanley Snaith, one of the less well known pylon poets. Searching for ‘Pylon Poets’ on the internet used to get you straight to Stephen Spender’s (in)famous poem, but a Dorset band called Pylon Poets have now rather taken over the first few pages of Google. Anyway, as it is now nine years since it last featured, maybe some newer readers won’t have met it before so here it is again:
Pylons
Over the tree’d upland evenly striding,
One after one they lift their serious shapes
That ring with light. The statement of their steel
Contradicts Nature’s softer architecture.
Earth will not accept them as it accepts
A wall, a plough, a church so coloured of earth
It might be some experiment of the soil’s.
Yet are they outposts of the trekking future.
Into the thatch-hung consciousness of hamlets
They blaze new thoughts, new habits. Traditions
Are being trod down like flowers dropped by children.
Already that farm-boy striding and throwing seed
In the shoulder-hinged half-circle Millet knew,
Looks grey with antiquity as his dead forbears,
A half familiar figure out of the Georgics,
Unheeded by these new-world, rational towers.









