Hello there, Ray.
Yes, in 2010 you informed me of the project, and I read about it somewhere recently too, can't remember where, possibly in a local newspaper. Well done
It's a shame that Paul finds other people's noble aspirations so ridiculous.
However, I never heard anymore from anyone after the initial proposal in 2010, presumably DDC didn't like it.
It would be interesting to know how you have planned the work.
In my idea, it would be all hand work, spade, hoe and rake, no machinery, except for the transport of plants/trees and tools to the location, and the use of transport to bring the crops to a whole-sale market or a local salad/fruit factory.
Digging deep holes at the right distance, planting trees, and then tending to them occasionally as they grow.
As for the idea of reaping a harvest of fruit and vegetables once they are ready, that could introduce young people to the idea of seasonal farm work at local farmers, something ideal for people seeking a job, or for students in search of the extra few hundred pounds cash...
It could also introduce young people to the idea of finding work in a food processing/packing factory, such as Tilmanstone Salads, for example.
The problem is, a few hundred such community sites in Dover District, which would be fractional in terms of territory, possibly involving 500 to 2,000 people, enters into conflict with big-time politics:
It COULD conflict with planned mass-housing estates in core strategies all over Kent on farm and green land, it could initiate a few thousand young people over a 5-10 year period in Dover district into trying their hand out in a local salad/veg factory in order to gain employment, at least to give the JSA a brake for 6 months or a year, possibly even longer.
It COULD upset EU policy on cheap labour employment in England to non-locals.
It COULD inspire some young people, or people of any age, to buy a plot of land at some stage and plant an orchard or a garden of their own accord, it COULD create an atmosphere of happiness, perhaps a maypole dance instead of a binge-drinking session Saturday evening, it could...conflict with many things that would be frowned upon by aspiring developers of a greater London suburb reaching the White Cliffs of Kent.
To my dismay, I found I had inadvertently bumped into big-time politics and risked messing it all up...risking making influential adversaries in the City...and at DDC
Never mind...
Have a good laugh, Paul
