Honesty

I thought she would explain. Instead, came the change of subject.

'Economic reasons to build the wind farm.'

'Income of about three hundred thousand a year for the land owner, who is a local man, and unless he buys a villa in the Caribbean, which I don’t think he will - Suffolk born and bred, son of the soil and all that - he will wisely spend that money within the community, preferably supporting job-creation schemes and helping local businesses prosper.'

'That sounds better. If only it were true.'

She scribbled some notes, although everything I’d said, and a few pages besides, was on the sheets I’d given her. Finally, she drew breath.

'Environmental, and don’t start on about the Niger bloody Delta. This is Suffolk, warts and all. Let’s deal with them.'

'You can supply local businesses with cheap power by forming your own electricity generation cooperative.'

'That’s brilliant. That’s why Juli