First Fracking. This a new word that has taken Britain by storm recently. It's so new to us that even the word is unknown to Google spell-check. I don't like the sound of it and it worries me, partly because even if it gives us cheap gas, it won't last more than twenty to thirty more years. We need to stop depending on fossil fuels. A let's not mention that it makes a good euphemism for the 'f' word...oh why not? It's perfect.
But this is more about the word desolation and Lord Howell has shown himself to be nothing more than a fracking upper-class snob. For yes, 'twas he who suggested that the North East of England is mostly desolate so why not frack there amongst the desolation where everyone who lives there is an unemployed miner anyway and will love to sit on top of a fracking site? Oh and this will tell you all about it if you're not up to speed with current UK news.
We've just returned from a fabulous long weekend in Northumberland. Okay, there are a lot of open space, peace and quiet. But I wouldn't call it 'desolate', would you. For one thing the coastline is a dream. The beaches are wide, sandy and very empty even on hot days. Don't you hate beaches were the towels are almost side by side from land to see and children run step over you, dripping ice-cream? And as for the countryside, most of it is in a National Park; the villages are immaculate, the land well tended. Of course there are pockets of industry but nothing like it was in the early twentieth century, which does tend to cloud the perception of people who never go anywhere that is not a home county.
I am torn however. I want those beaches to stay empty and the land beautiful but I do wish people wouldn't show such blatant ignorance of the full extent of this beautiful land. Up north it is very much a precious stone set in a silver sea. I wouldn't move south for all the Starbucks in the High-Street.