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If you want real stress, move to the country

And if you want to see your planning battles fought properly, make it the Italian countryside

9 August 2014

9:00 AM

9 August 2014

9:00 AM

It’s much more stressful to live in the country than in a town. There are always threats of one kind or another — wind farms, housing developments, road ‘improvements’, and so on. And then there are often arguments with neighbours about this and that. If it’s not leylandii, which are not one of our problems in south Northamptonshire, there’s always something. We used to have peacocks that migrated to our neighbours’ gardens and proceeded to ruin them. (The peacocks were duly eliminated.) Then the man who mowed our lawn upset people by doing it too early in the morning and waking everybody up. Some of our neighbours have also been quite justifiably annoyed by the wedding receptions we hold periodically in our garden to help pay for the upkeep of two Inigo Jones pavilions. The dancing goes on till midnight, with the music getting louder and increasingly frenzied towards the end — the opposite of what used to happen in my youth, when it became quieter and slower to allow smooching.

Still, there’s nothing like an outside threat to generate solidarity and comradeship among neighbours, and this was achieved by the Spanish energy company Gamesa when it announced a few years ago that it was planning to erect a line of 16 wind turbines, each taller than Big Ben, in front of our houses along the valley of the River Tove. We formed an action group that was eventually successful in seeing off the project. Peace and harmony now reign, but some new cause of anxiety is bound to crop up soon.

But I write from Tuscany, near Arezzo, where we have owned a house for more than 45 years, and we are facing another alarming threat. As it happens, we overlook the valley of a very similarly named river, the River Trove, and across the valley, at the top of a hill, is a former gravel quarry that when we first came here used to generate periodic explosions and emit clouds of smoke. But the quarry was abandoned some 40 years ago when its then owners went bankrupt.

The site has grown over since, and the scars left by the quarrying have almost disappeared; but the quarry has new owners, and they are planning to reopen it. This is not the first time this has been attempted. When other intervening owners tried long ago to get the quarry going again, people in the neighbourhood ganged together and got permission refused. There were many environmental objections to the plan, including the prospect of lorries carrying loads of gravel all day along quiet country roads.

It’s time for a new battle, and last week, the day after we arrived here on holiday, the quarry-owners called a meeting in a local gym to explain their project to the populace. Something similar was also organised in Northamptonshire a while ago by the wind-farm people. They took the village hall in Stoke Bruerne, plastered the walls with maps and graphs and statistics, and invited local people to come and be persuaded by Gamesa employees of the virtues of the project. This was a numbingly dull occasion. Attendance was poor, and each visitor was approached individually by a Gamesa person and invited to ask questions. Each left looking bored and indifferent.

But the evening meeting in the Italian gym was something else. It was packed to overflowing with people eagerly waiting to hear what a geologist and a landscape architect employed by the quarry owners had to say. When they promised bribes to the local community, as the wind-farm people had in Northamptonshire, and said that the financially strapped local council would have no more money problems in future because of what they were going to pay it, the audience grew agitated. One after another, people rose from their seats and shouted abuse at the speakers. A great cacophony took over the hall, as people jabbered away to each other, challenging the veracity of what they were being told; and eventually the architect sat down and buried his head in his hands.

Good old Italy, I thought. But then I realised that most of the hecklers, who had been shrieking away in perfect Italian, were not Italians at all, but ex-pats from Germany, Belgium, and elsewhere in northern Europe, who had moved here for good and were seeing their dreams of life in a peaceful Mediterranean retreat under threat. Their courage and eloquence were impressive, as was the support they got from almost all the Italians present. It was a most encouraging start to the campaign.

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  • Kitty MLB

    Well yes Italians are basically quiet and easy going people, ex pats
    generally make all the noise but give them some decent wine, coffee cheese and tell them to enjoy the lifestyle and they’ll settle down.

    You are painting a miserable picture of the countryside, windfarms,quarries people moaning about noisy churches etc.
    Yes it can be bleak in the winter, you’ll always need wellies, cows
    will try and invade your front garden, had a huge battle with them
    at the last cottage- even the threat of roast beef didn’t move them.

    But if you live near an ancient forest, its protected land, no house building, quarry’s or windfarms, hedgehogs and bats take up resident in your home.Beautiful flowers, solitude, the odd obscure
    neighbour and it can be spooky in winter. But I really am not a
    city dweller. Can not think of anything worse.Mind you culture is
    more difficult to find.

  • Ricky Strong

    Give me the countryside any day.

  • Jackthesmilingblack

    If you want to reduce stress, leave the country.
    Jack, Japan Alps

  • logdon

    Just retired out of the increasing grimness of the Northwest to a more placid, less materialistic and friendlier Monmouth.

    Deer and rabbits in the back, buzzards overhead, the freshest aroma imaginable, amazing sunsets and deep, rolling completely unspoiled countryside all around.

    Apart from my late Sixties sojurn in Clifton, Bristol, the best move ever.

    • Kitty MLB

      Well good for you. Its fine to live in cities when you work or unless you are self employed but the countryside is so far more pleasant. And sunsets as you mention. And beautiful frosty mornings and the trees of spring and autumn.
      Some do not like the bleakness of winter but it has its charms.
      But there will always be that issue with transport- my mother- in – law wishes
      she could live in the country but unfortunately doesn’t drive.
      Enjoy you retirement.