I find them rather hypnotic and reassuring. Much like an open fire (but better for the environment) I can gaze at them for several minutes, watching the way that the sails seem to move seemingly at odds with the fact that I know they are rotating at a constant speed, and watching them stand defiantly on top of hillsides, or getting their feet very wet out to see, gives a certain solidity to life, working away not despite, but because of the wind conditions out/up there.
And, likewise, I cannot see complaints about them ruining the views without also seeing those people who complain when our industrial heritage is destroyed or put at risk.