We're Fuddy-Duddy Romantics

Simon Jenkins in The Guardian is crystal clear about the Calderdale Wind Farm project: we need net zero, but at what cost? Destroying Brontë country?

Nowhere does landscape marry passion quite so much as in Yorkshire’s Wuthering Heights. The tempestuous Pennine contours and tumbling streams perfectly frame Emily Brontë’s turbulent romance. Wild storms and dark gullies echo the cries of Heathcliff, Cathy and sexual jealousy. From moorland peaks to the historic Brontë village of Haworth below, the scene is unspoilt.
I cannot think of any British government for half a century that would have dreamed of destroying this place. Yet the energy secretary, Ed Miliband, apparently wants to do so, with the largest onshore windfarm in England, the Calderdale Energy Park. He clearly regards this unique landscape as the perfect spot for 41 giant wind turbines, each no less than 200m tall. Their height would top Blackpool Tower by 40m.
This is near unbelievable. The glorious Pennine Way, which traverses the area, would be reduced to a stroll through an industrial park visible for miles around, one of roads, depots and servicing trucks. The Saudi-backed firm behind the scheme, Calderdale Wind Farm Ltd, only recently agreed not also to coat the surface peat in solar panels.
At the end of this month, a demonstration of about 500 protesters will re-enact Kate Bush’s ballad Wuthering Heights on Penistone Hill, immediately overlooking Haworth. They follow a parliamentary petition of 15,000 signatures and cries for help from defenders of the moor’s site of special scientific interest and various other now-enfeebled landscape protections.The arguments Miliband uses for onshore wind power are familiar. Even though Britain’s contribution to net zero can only be negligible, he wants to show willing. He and Keir Starmer take a peculiar delight is deriding opponents of their renewable projects as nimbys. To them, the defenders of Yorkshire’s moors are fuddy-duddy romantics deaf to global salvation and to Britain’s need for growth.

The Patriot (India) recommends books to read in this year's monsoon:

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

Few books summon the storm quite like Wuthering Heights. On the windswept Yorkshire moors, where rain lashes against stone and passion brews darker than thunderclouds, Brontë crafts a tale of love, vengeance, and ghosts. The rains in this novel are never incidental—they are furious, symbolic, and stirring.

This is a book to read while the storm rages outside your Lajpat Nagar window, the lamp light dimming beside your bed. Heathcliff’s brooding and Cathy’s wild spirit are magnified by rain, which seems to echo their every heartbeat. (Kanishah Kaifi Mazid)

Derby World lists some peaceful, sleepy Derbyshire villages:

11. Hathersage

Located on the eastern edge of Hope Valley, Hathersage also has some ace literary connections. Charlotte Brontë was a frequent visitor and is said to have been inspired by Hathersage. The village's striking Tudor tower house is supposedly based on Mr Rochester’s home's Thornfield Hall. (Ria Ghei)

The Most Wuthering Heights Day Ever is on Inside Gold Coast. AnneBrontë.org discusses how Charlotte and Anne Brontë's 1848 trip to London to reveal their true identities to their publisher may have inadvertently brought tuberculosis back to Haworth, leading to the deaths of their siblings Branwell, Emily, and Anne within a year of the visit—a hypothesis supported by Professor Philip Rhodes in his 1972 medical study A Medical Appraisal Of The Brontës.