Tales from Evergreen Field – the story so far

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Wansteadium property blogger George C Parker writes:

It is probably safe to assume that the bulging Valentine’s mailbags this week did not contain any billets doux from Dalco Developments addressed to the Wanstead Society.

Since purchasing the currently-unused plot of landadjoining Christchurch Green and the High Street in a completely private transaction, the company has used the Wanstead Guardian website to gradually leak snippets of its vision for the site. Connoisseurs of informed and reasonable debate might do well to avoid much of the comments section following each article, but it’s clear that many residents have strong views about the future of the land. A full spectrum of views are expressed, and there does seem to be an overall consensus that the land should be brought into use from its current dormant state. At that point, common agreement seems to end – with the developer disputing even the “Evergreen Field” label on chromatic grounds – though this viewpoint might become harder to maintain as Spring takes hold.

According to the Wanstead Guardian items, Dalco may wish to build starter homes for those on low incomes and key workers (seven houses, two flats) as well as two new shops. Initially the developer was quoted as saying that if his plans were rebuffed at any stage, he would be prepared to leave it to go wild for a couple of decades, or possibly use it for cultivating vegetables. A subsequent article suggested that Dalco may prefer to sell on the land to a buyer based in the Middle East who would seek to build a place of worship, though presumably not a very large one. A mocked up image was posted on WWG – we must recognise the bravery of the proposition – would you like your High Street to look more like Beirut? Personally speaking I’d be delighted with more Lebanese cuisine – but that is a different discussion.
I’m minded of Coleridge:

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree
..
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery

Frustratingly old Sam completely skims the details of the consultation and planning process involved at the time. From what we can surmise, the situation seems intractable in its current state. It appears that the last buildings on the site were demolished during the 1960s. Later, land first came into private hands when it was sold by the Metropolitan Police (sound familiar) to Furlong Homes. Dalco Developments Limited, Mr Sanger’s company bought it in 2012.

Councillors at the Area One committee last month were resolutely absolutely resolute that the precious status of the land was not about to be changed, saying that it had a higher level of protection even than green belt land. The developer contends that private land should not be considered in this way, which is an original viewpoint.

The Wanstead Society came into being to oppose previous attempts to develop this land for private gain, and has created its own proposal for bringing the land into community use. Obviously, other viewpoints than theirs’ exist; some contributors to the WWG discussion support the developer’s right to build on his land, given the current lack of amenity. Some commentators ask how the Wanstead society can achieve their aims when they don’t own the land, which is a valid viewpoint and indicates the need for a credible and broad-based fundraising initiative.

Individuals commenting on the articles seem to raise similar points: Wanstead does not appear to have a great demand for ‘key worker’ accommodation as there is no hospital, fire or ambulance station – and as for the police –who can say. A high density development might suit the developers P&L, but I have yet to see a single opinion commending any entry-level, basic quality building scheme. The general aesthetic of the High Street and its greensward benefits all Wanstead residents and stakeholders. Once it is lost or degraded, it is very difficult to restore. Whether the future is a quality residential building, the proposed Wanstead Society solution (with or without a sunken car park beneath to benefit traders), or something else, we hope that the result is handsome, for the greater good, and of course, hedgehog-friendly.

PS. Reader Paul writes: “I’ve heard that the developer is now in talks with the owner of a horse abattoir who need a new location.”

Developer: ‘Don’t call it Evergreen Field’

Intriguing tactical move from the man wanting to build houses on the Evergreen Field on Wanstead High Street. Dalbir Singh Sanger – who last month said he would “just continue fighting with the public for the next 20 years” if his plans weren’t accepted – has now told the Wanstead Guardian a mosque could be built on the site.

He has told the paper he has had an enquiry from “an interested party in the Middle East”, though he did not name them. He added: “I really don’t want to sell the land on. I want to keep it and give half of it back to the community.”

Mr Sanger added that he didn’t want it to be called Evergreen Field “because it’s not even green”. The paper says that the name came into use in the mid-90s, named after a house called Evergreen Lodge which was on the land until the 1960s.

The Wanstead Society application for community use for the field is to be debated by council planners next month. At last month’s area one committee, councillors indicated that since the land was classed as an “open space”, it had a higher degree of protection than even green belt land.

Wanstead weekend photo, XVII

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© Geoff Wilkinson, who writes on Wanstead Daily Photo: ” Wanstead has some new street lights! The old lights gave off an orange glow giving an eerie feel to the night sky. The new ones seem to the eye to emit a much whiter light. Thought I would do an abstract shot.”

Some stuff to read. And – guess what? – it’s about Wanstead

Some unconnected things about Wanstead. You could almost call it a new strand. And if you send things to unconnected@wansteadium.com, it might even become a regular thing.

• Correct us if we’re wrong, but as far as we know, there is only one *proper* restaurant critic living in Wanstead. And that’s Grace Dent of ES Magazine. She likes Provender.


Her friend Florence Vincent tweeted in response that when she booked there once and “told him my name he went full French on the pronunciation. I was very pleased with that.”

• It’s clearly a bit of a secret, but the Odeon in South Woodford is showing some live opera and ballet in the next few weeks, from the Met in New York, the Royal Opera House, the National Theatre and the Royal Ballet. Details for the first event, Rigoletto from the Met, are here. Unimpressed regular reader Gabrielle Collard says: “They’re not publicising this very well… they may as well be saying ‘meh’ into a paper bag. That’s how not bothered they are.”

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• The Oxfam bookshop (@Wanstead_Oxfam) has this beauty for sale, for any revolutionary communists out there: a first edition of Chairman Mao’s Little Red Book. (Rare unsigned copy.)

• A head of steam appears to be gathering around readers of this blog setting up a speakeasy/winebar. It’s like a Siren calling you to the rocks, isn’t it?

• And finally, Roger Godbold, who last week wrote to us saying “Shame on you, Wansteadium” (we had failed to include parts of E12 in our defintion of Wanstead) now writes to say: “WOW! I hadn’t realised that so many people would take my comments so seriously although I admit that they don’t read as light-hearted as they were intended to be.” In response to a plea for stories about Aldersbrook, he tantalisingly dangles these in front of us: “How about tea with Lonnie Donegan at his house in St. Margaret’s Road, my Dad being unable to get out of the house to go to work because of the b….. great cow blocking our front path, cycle speedway on Wanstead Flats where the gun emplacements had been ruined, etc., etc.” All sounds sufficiently unconnected to guarantee a regular spot. Roger, you’re signed.

‘My new 12-point plan for Wanstead’

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Wansteadium’s property blogger George C Parker writes:

 Friends, Wansteadians, Countrymen, welcome to 2013!

I can now exclusively reveal that yesterday, in a shady corner of an unnamed Wanstead car-park, a time capsule was breathlessly excavated by yours truly.

Grasping it eagerly from the new-turned sod, my eager fingers scrabbled to open the container. O revelation! Inside lay the January article that I had placed there for safe keeping. Behold this Richard III of a document:

Those of you who were here this time last year might remember I had some noble resolutions. Though some of them remain in draft status (others forgotten, stalled or frankly abandoned), it would be un-Churchillian of me not to carve another batch on the edifice of Time. So we didn’t get our outdoor cinema (yet), neither did I open that vintage toy shop nor throw open the doors to Parker’s Speakeasy and Wine Bar. But that’s not to say those things shouldn’t happen this year. I’m just recognising the fact that some people are better at making resolutions, and others are good at keeping them. So this time around:

 This weekend:  I’m taking the Parker velocipede into Bike Trax for a thorough spring clean. Parking restrictions etc be damned.

February: I’m going to help the Friends of Wanstead Park on one of their splendid community clean up jaunts.

March: I’m joining the golf club, their groundsman will be relieved not having to clear so much of the ‘rough’.

April: I’m storming the offices of Redbridge council in a bloodless coup. Before ceding power I will have allocated funding for complete renewal of Christchurch Green play park and commissioned a new one just by the Aldersbrook allotments.

May: I’m founding a grocery box scheme using local suppliers and old-school grocer’s pushbikes.Perhaps we’ll see something like @HubbubTweets locally soon.

June: Twinning with St Barths.

July: I’m taking up equestrianism at Aldersbrook Riding School. Depending on progress possibly founding a Polo club after that.

August: I’m having a garden party in honour of the Law if they decide not to quit leafy Wanstead Police Station.

September: I’m scooping the Wansteadium Cherry Pey trophy for Best Tart at the Festival.

October: I’m founding an urban fox refuge, 600 miles off Britain somewhere in the Atlantic.

November: I’m opening a Grand Emporium of fixtures and fittings, bits and pieces for wonderful Edwardian and Victorian houses. Lights, glassware, brassware, levers, knobs, accoutrements, and all the polishes, brushes, daubs and embrocations one should even need, all under one roof.

December:  I’m leaving clear for now, in case any of the above overruns  …

* Back in the real world, during the recent cold snap I took refuge in the Larder, where I met a charming couple with their young son. On that draughty Saturday in question, it transpired that my newfound friends were steering clear of their Gordon Road property allowing estate agents to conduct viewings that day – a mere 26 of them all told.  By lunchtime they had received a couple of offers, which gave them great optimism regarding their plans to move into a larger Nightingale estate property. I wish them well in their new home.

* According to recent results published on Wansteadium, Aldersbrook Primary School has begun to pull up its socks. Though Wanstead schools have traditionally done well in the primary tables, parents will be delighted to note Aldersbrook as the biggest climber by far among its peers. A good Ofsted report next time around should cement the revival. Good luck to the school.

* A note of caution. Many at this time of year are considering improvements or extensions to their properties, and enterprising local construction firms are copiously leafleting the area. Poor Mrs Parker did a double-take at wording on a flyer asking if we had considered a “Chigwell Porch” – she’d assumed it was something to do with cosmetic surgery.

* Finally, how gratifying it is to see the tally of e-mail subscribers rise, day by day, towards the glorious cinqucento, the demi-mille, the monkey. You can help our humble enterprise, dear one, by signing up yourself, or if already upsigned, by onpassing said e-mail to others less fortunate. Let’s crack that bally Fünf Hundert by the end of the week. Sign up here.

* You can always drop me a line  at georgecparker@wansteadium.com. All that remains for me to say is “Floreat Wansteadium!”