The Scroby Sands Wind Farm is a wind farm located on the Scroby Sands sandbank in the North Sea, 2.5 kilometres (1.6 mi) off the coast of Great Yarmouth in eastern England, United Kingdom. It was commissioned in March 2004 by Powergen Renewables Offshore, a division of E.ON UK. It is expected to produce up to a maximum of 60 megawatts of power, enough for supply of 41,000 households. Between 2005 and 2010, its capacity factor was between 26 to 32%.
The farm consists of 30 wind turbines, each with three 40-metre (130 ft) blades rotating around a centre-point some 60 metres (200 ft) above the mean sea level on hollow 4.5 metres (14.8 ft) diameter steel masts, in from 13-to-20-metre (43 to 66 ft) depth of water. The masts are piled up to 30 metres (98 ft) into the sea bed, to provide stability on a substrate of shifting sands.
The wind turbines were designed and manufactured by a Danish firm, Vestas. Each turbine has a capacity of 2 megawatts. Turbines were installed by the Danish offshore wind farms services provider A2SEA.
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