🌌 An Open Letter from the Highlands

Before It’s Too Late

This letter is addressed to the powerful who chase money and to those who still feel love and respect for nature.

To those who profit from destruction

To SSEN Transmission, SSE Renewables, ScottishPower, Vattenfall, EDP Renewables, Statkraft
To the planners behind the scenes in Glasgow, Edinburgh, and London who draw lines on maps but never set foot on the land they are about to destroy.
To the investors who calculate profit and pretend it’s about the planet.

And to everyone who loves Scotland —
to those who still believe the Highlands are sacred ground,
to those who know that wilderness is not empty, but alive.

This is for those who have walked through moorland and silence and felt the pulse of something ancient.
And for those who now watch it slip away — drowned out by noise, steel, and greed.

Let us stand together for what we love.
Before it’s too late.

A landscape under siege

Beyond the Kyle of Sutherland, the heart of the Highlands is being remade — not by nature, but by contracts, cables, cranes, and money.

In places like Invershin and Golspie, they plan to house 400 workers for five years of round-the-clock construction. Diesel trucks will thunder down single-track roads, shaking cottages and scaring sheep. Quiet valleys will become industrial corridors. The night will glow with headlights and engines.

And when they’re done, silence won’t return.
The turbines will remain.
So will the power lines.
Giant steel soldiers standing over a wounded land.

From Spittal to Beauly, a high-voltage line will run through forests, moors, and nesting grounds — because they produce more than they can transport. Not for us, not for local communities. But to export power for profit.

This is not about clean energy for Scotland.
It’s about feeding an industrial grid — at the expense of wildlife, ecosystems, and rural communities.

The cost to nature

Ospreys, golden eagles, and bats will suffer.

Migratory birds will collide with turbines taller than churches.

Red deer will lose their habitat.

Peat bogs — our greatest carbon store — will be drained, turning the lungs of the Highlands into scars.

Forests will be cleared.

Thousands of trees will fall in the name of “green energy.”

River valleys where salmon leaped will be carved up for access roads.

Thousands of tonnes of concrete will be poured into living soil.


And then they’ll call it green.

But tell me — how green is a forest without trees?
How clean is a wind that smells of diesel?

🔴 The death of the dark night

They will fill our skies with red, blinking lights. A constant warning, visible for miles. A cold heartbeat of industry.
For bats, that light is death. For birds, a trap.

For us — who once saw the aurora dance — it is heartbreak.
The Milky Way will fade behind their towers. The silence of darkness will be gone forever.

They promise green jobs — but bring in contractors, not communities. We are left with:

Rising energy prices

Broken roads

A never-ending hum of turbines and pylons

Falling house prices

Noise and radiation pollution

A landscape stripped of its soul


This is industrial colonisation — disguised as green energy.
In Kyle of Sutherland, there will soon be almost one turbine per inhabitant.

They call it renewable.
But what is being renewed?
Their profits. Not our land.

🌫️ A question for the powerful

Do you know what it feels like to live under a sky that never sleeps?
To feel the grid humming in your bones?
To lose the stars one by one and call it progress?

You don’t live here.
You don’t walk these hills in the rain.
You don’t see the mist dance at dawn or the owl glide through the night.
You don’t stand by the river at dusk and listen.

You only hear the voice of money.

But hear this:

Scotland is not your factory.
The Highlands are not your testing ground.
You cannot pave the North with steel and call it salvation.
You cannot blind the sky and call it clean.

Look up.
Those blinking lights are not progress.
They are the wilderness’s last breath.

When the final aurora fades behind your towers, remember:
It was not nature that failed you.
It was you who failed it.

✊ A voice from the Highlands

I will fight for every blade of grass and every tree.
I will fight for the silence of the night, for the peat, for the stars.
Because this land is not a commodity.
It is a soul.

And once it is lost, it cannot be bought back.

#AuroraAgainstTheWind #DefendTheHighlands #StopTheLandGrab #SaveOurLand #StopGreenwashing #ProtectTheHighlands #HighlandVoicesRise #NotInOurName
✅ This blog is written as a voice from the Highlands — a rallying cry to those who still believe that beauty and silence are worth defending.

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