In this once pleasant Country of ours, we have many laws, many of which are the outcome of fevered debate, some are of the knee-jerk variety, e.g. the Gun laws promulgated after Dunblane, some are of the type which are favoured by the female jackals of the Harriet Harman persuasion, and then there are the Laws which evolve over some centuries of use, abuse and modification. I am writing today of the Planning law, and the repeated attempts by some to remove the protection afforded our countryside by Planning legislation.
We need more housing. we need more houses and homes because the Labour and Coalition Governments will not, and have not acted to stop the rampant abuses of the immigration system we have, so the hundreds of thousands who get in legally, have got to have somewhere to live; in shelter, warmth when needed, and with clean sanitation. We have long gone past the days when it would have been possible to barrier the terminals, ports and ferry points against the floods pouring through our ever-more porous borders. Any of us who lived in hope that we can somehow get rid of the millions of Pakistanis, Bangladeshis, Indians, a veritable multitude of assorted Africans and the very occasional Brazilian should just step back and examine the logistics of attempting to enforce a policy of repatriation, and then quietly shut the f*** up! Partly because some of those same migrants are rapidly becoming the most productive of our residential population, and partly because the question must be asked, ‘who gives you the right to choose’?
But I digress from my original thought, which was of course Planning law, and the need to derogate or change the use of land from agricultural to residential. South Somerset Council has asked for comments upon a planning application which builds 3,700 homes right next to the village of East Coker, as a logical expansion of Yeovil, and the residents of East Coker, or at least some of them, along with well-funded associates, are dead set against the planned expansion. Not, nay never, perish the very thought; on the grounds of NIMBY-ism, but because the new estate would ruin the very ideals which made TS Eliot write his famed poetry.
‘Houses live and die: there is a time for building
And a time for living and for generation
And a time for the wind to break the loosened pane
And to shake the wainscot where the field-mouse trots
And to shake the tattered arras woven with a silent motto’