20 August 2013

Week 34 2013

Tendring Topics……..on Line

Fracking

A’fracking we will go,
 A’fracking we will go,
Because our toil
Will find the oil
That makes the economy grow, grow, grow!
That makes the economy grow!

The above ditty, which I offer free of copyright to anyone who wants it, could well become a popular playground song of the 2020s though only, of course, if a strictly non-profit-making activity like singing is permitted by the Directors of the Education Industry (by then fully privatised and market sensitive) during primary schools’ productive leisure periods, formerly known as ‘playtimes’.

‘Fracking’ is by no means the most attractive and melodious word to have been introduced into the English vocabulary by modern technology – but it seems likely to be one to which we will have to accustom ourselves.  It is a shortened form of ‘hydraulic fracturing’, a means of extracting gas and/or oil from hitherto inaccessible, but apparently plentiful, reserves of both these sources of energy in beds of shale deep below the earth’s surface.

Like the coal, gas and oil to which we are accustomed they are ‘fossil fuels’ and thus doomed eventually to come to an end.  However they will – if exploited - reduce our current dependency on oil and gas from distant and unreliable overseas sources.  They will also postpone, perhaps for many decades, the exhaustion of these sources of energy and their inevitable increase in price as they become depleted.   What a relief to politicians – no need to persevere with those unpopular wind and solar energy farms!   No expensive and unpopular barrages to be built across the Severn and other estuaries to harvest tidal power!  That’ll really confound the ‘green lobby’, and trim the wings of UKIP and other organised opponents of green energy!  A government that welcomed fracking (thousands of jobs, smaller fuel bills, cheaper petrol – perhaps) should surely gain thousands of votes. Any serious troubles that may arise from it are probably several general elections away!

There will be trouble of course.  The process of fracking, if I have understood it correctly (and if I haven’t I’ll gladly publish any corrections that blog readers send me!) is to bore vertically a mile or more down from the earth’s surface, lining the borehole with concrete to prevent seepage of pollutants into the subsoil; then, when a pre-determined depth has been reached, extending the bore-hole horizontally for perhaps another mile underground. The ideal situation, I understand, is for the horizontal excavation to be through porous sandstone between two strata of shale.

Now the work that gives the operation its name begins.  Water, charged with grit particles, is forced under very high pressure into that horizontal bore-hole.   The pressure fractures the shale beds (the actual ‘fracking’) and grit carried by the pressurised water prevents the tiny fractures from closing again.   The water is then pumped out and oil and/or gas that had been held within the shale leeks into the bore-hole from those fractures.   The borehole becomes a well.

As I typed those last two paragraphs the sequence of events seemed to become more and more improbable with every word I typed!   However, fracking has been carried out with success for many years in all parts of the USA and has been proved to be successful in this country too.  There are snags about it.  The actual fracking is done deep underground but the surface works are extensive and, to say the least, unsightly.  Pictures have been shown on our tv of no-doubt formerly attractive countryside in the USA turned into desolate – but highly profitable - wasteland.  The fracking operation has been known to cause earthquakes – only small ones perhaps but earthquakes none the less! As well as the despoliation of the environment, fracking brings very real dangers of pollution of lakes and rivers and, in particular perhaps, of aquifers or natural underground water reservoirs.

Unsurprisingly, like sewage treatment works, landfill refuse disposal sites and waste incinerators, no-one wants a Fracking operation anywhere near their home.  They are the ultimate NIMBY (not in my back yard!)

Lord Howell, Mrs Thatcher’s Environment Minister and George Osborne’s father-in-law (a weighty thinker if there ever was one!) recently gave members of the House of Lords his valuable thoughts about the future location of Fracking wells:

‘But there are large and uninhabited and desolate areas. Certainly in part of the North East where there’s plenty of room for fracking, well away from anybody’s residence where we could conduct without any kind of threat to the rural environment.’
            Geordieland is certainly ‘well away’ from Westminster and from  London’s ‘stockbroker belt’ but I doubt if the residents of Newcastle-on-Tyne,  Durham and other North-eastern  cities would agree that their beautiful  unspoilt countryside and coastline were ‘desolate areas’ offering ‘plenty of room for fracking without any kind of threat to the rural environment.’’
As it happens it seems that beds of shale offering rich pickings to frackers are distributed pretty evenly over – or rather under - ‘England’s Green and Pleasant Land’  There are areas of southern England where the residences of  some of the government’s most loyal (and wealthy and generous!) supporters are to be found, that are particularly promising.  Wouldn’t it be wonderful if our Prime Minister demonstrated his enthusiasm for this exciting new wealth-creating enterprise by encouraging one or two trial holes to be bored in Buckinghamshire (not a heavily populated county) in the immediate vicinity of Chequers!
I think fracking is a very interesting idea that may well have a great future – but I’m quite glad that no geological map of England I have seen shows any sign of oil-or-gas bearing shale strata beneath the fertile fields, wind-swept heathland, winding estuaries and salt marshes of East Anglia!
…….as others see us!
 
Ray and Ingrid
          
 I had a very pleasant surprise on Sunday 12th August.  Ingrid my German friend of many years standing, and her English partner Ray had been entertaining two sixteen year old German girls from the Bayreuth area of Bavaria who were for the first time paying a short visit to England.  The previous day they had taken them on a lightning tour of London, seeing Trafalgar Square, Buckingham Palace, the House of Commons, London Bridge and Tower Bridge, the London Eye and Oxford Street.
            Sunday was their day to see the English seaside.  Where better than Clacton-on-Sea with which Ray was familiar (his home is in Ipswich) and Ingrid has visited on two or three previous occasions.  They spent the morning and the early part of the afternoon on the pier and the beach and called on me, for a cup of tea and a chat, at about 4.30.
            I found the two visitors to be very courteous and friendly young ladies who were full of teenage enthusiasm for England and everything English.  They had thoroughly enjoyed their visit to London, where they had seen all the places they had heard about or seen on German tv.  I was astonished that they commented on the cleanliness of London’s streets – though it is some years since I have been to the capital and over sixty since I lived there. Perhaps things have changed since those days.
            They were no less enthusiastic about Clacton.  I am glad they saw us at our best.  It was a warm and sunny day at the beginning of carnival week.   They had thoroughly enjoyed themselves on the pier and on Clacton’s safe and sandy beaches – though of the four of them, only Ingrid had had a swim.  The others found the North Sea too chilly, even on a warm and sunny day in August.  They had been somewhat disconcerted by the speed of the rising tide!  The girls had previously known only lake-side beaches and Ingrid had spent only a brief time on a beach on her previous visits to Clacton
The two girls were learning English at school and our conversation took place in both English and German.  Either I said very little (which those who know me best will consider unlikely!) or my German is much better than I had thought it was, because Ingrid emailed me later to say that one of the girls had subsequently asked her if I was German or English!  Be that as it may, it is good to know that two German teenagers have returned from their first visit to England with wholly positive thoughts about our country and about Clacton-on-Sea and the Essex Sunshine Coast.


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