Saturday, 29 April 2017
The rolling English countryside early in the morning sun is a grand sight, however if a developer gets his way this grand sight will turn into 1600 houses, plus Doctors Surgery etc. The old railway walk will descend into just another litter covered backyard for thousands more people. Since arriving here 21 years ago the population has grown from 30,000 to 40,000, the need for homes and the greed of developers would increase it by 30,000 more if they could. The fightback appears to be holding at the moment, the first plan was turned down, the new one has faults and hopefully will not go ahead. There are areas where such housing could be placed, this however is not one of them.
One man who would be happy is the farmer who I presume lives in this house. He has been trying to sell up for years and who can blame him? Farming is a hard life and easy money from the EU will end soon with no replacements on offer, even from a Tory Party that relies on farmer Jones and his vote, so selling the land for housing makes sense to him. He will move far away I'm sure.
The farmer requires a decent deal but housing will go against the needs of the locals for green space, and this development will join the town to the village and destroy the appeal for those living there. Quite what the answer to this can be I know not.
Just a wee bit further up the line they collected money to buy the land and use as a nature reserve, with added facilities for those health freaks looking for a place to exercise. This is a good idea but money is not available for the land the farmer wishes to dump. If only I had become the Billionaire I was meant to be...
Avoiding me at a distance were several horses. The field here often has a horse or two, head down and uninterested in passersby, and I note rarely the same horses. Maybe he trades them, hires them or just offers a field to feed them in. I don't know why? The rabbits seem content with their arrival and look down their nose at the camera from a great distance, which is why there are no pictures of them. This is the edge of the village which will be attached to the 1600 houses if greedy developer gets his way.
The idea of rising early and cycling appeared a good one late last night, this morning it took on a different hue. However my knees need the exercise so off I went, immediately unhappy about it, and in spite of the early morning traffic, the pain, the chill, I kept going and got some way up the old line before my knees began giving me their opinion of it all.
The aroma early in the morn of the vegetation, the birds singing while hidden in the trees above, the glimpse of blue in the sky, all made for a delightful start to the day. A dog was keen to make friends, the owner well she was less keen, while one other dog walker informed me the old industrial estate will soon be 125 houses, including flats! I must agree with housing there as the place was almost empty of companies and gypsies were moving in, and that means vast amounts of rubbish left behind for others to clear. Housing of the right type in the right place can be accepted.
Bluebells abound at the moment and it is a pity I am too far from the woods where they cover the land. Yesterday I was shown pictures of woodland that was a mass of blue from one end to the other. All I found were the poor wee things outside my door.
Blossom is beginning to fail. The bright white on some trees has fallen and these lovely red ones are turning a slight pink shade. These are not long for this world so now is the time to picture them until next year. The park was originally a house belonging to one of the rich folks who gave much to the town. The gardens were very well organised, whoever planned them distributed a variety of trees around the place and after a hundred and more years some are beginning to fail. The council have cut down several that were diseased or dangerous and have begun planting new ones in appropriate areas. This blossom is quite new and is flourishing happily, hopefully all the others will do so also.
Home to find carpetlayers in the hall hammering away all day. Just what my tired mind wants to hear. However I fed them tea, once only in case they stay too long, and while doing this broke the kettle! Since buying it there has been problems and now it has failed. The bin for this and back to Tesco later for a new (cheap) one. Yesterday I had to go there to replace the iron which died, the water dripped out the bottom alarmingly, and now more money is to be spent. I wish I could survive as well as the Crows who I found feeding themselves in the town centre this morning.