Not everybody regards electricity pylons as blots on the landscape. The so-called pylon poets of the 1930s, who included Stephen Spender and C Day-Lewis, saw them as exciting symbols of a new industrial age and celebrated their raw beauty. There is, believe it or not, a Pylon appreciation Society.  For most of us, however, pylons are a gruesome desecration of natural landscapes. Windfarms may run them close, but there is no better way to destroy countryside than to plonk down row after row of ugly pylons. If anyone set out wilfully to vandalise views and natural bucolic beauty, they would be hard pushed to find a better means.  Yet that is exactly wh