DTR":23522gtn said:
Interesting thread. The borough where I live is full of brownfield sites sitting empty. Yet at the end of my road there's a greenfield site that's having 380 homes built on it. The access is opposite a school on what is almost a country lane. The local council rejected the planning application, but it was appealed and eventually escallated up to Eric Pickles, and the fat **** approved it. So I guess if you want to a build a single house for your family you can't, but if you're Barretts you can do whatever you like :roll:
DTR, you hit the nail right on the head. Cameron really did his bit to destroy decades of considered and damned good planning regulation, by the introduction of the NPPF, which set Local Authorities an impossible job of ensuring they provide a five year supply of housing land, land which is available on brownfield sites but this isn't where developers want to build because there's less profit in it. Why sell a four bedroom house for £350k when you can get another £100k profit if it comes with a nice rural setting. This has seen an explosion of poorly thought out, lazily assembled, predatory applications for greenfield development throughout the countryside, by profit-greedy consultants and landowners, contemptuous of the planning system and its well considered objectives, all of them with just one thing in mind...and that doesn't need spelling out (oops, or have I already done that).
Fact is though, countryside does not get replaced, once it's gone it's gone. And presently it's disappearing exponentially. And isn't it funny how we all say 'oh, it can't hurt' but funny how it seems to hurt when it's on our own doorstep.
Sorry for my outburst here, but I live in a small rural village that hasn't really changed for almost 100 years, but since Cameron and his cronnies stuck their oar in to the planning system our village is under heavy attack by those very consultants and landowners who would happily see good quality agricultural land, something that can't be replaced once gone, turned into modern, incongruous, poorly conceived housing estates (carbuncles) on the outskirts of the village. There, I got it out of my system, haha!