There’s a slight possibility that other, scattered bones still lie
beneath the site of Hyde Abbey but who will fund another excavation? Wintonians down the centuries have had
something of a love-hate relationship with their heritage, as the mixed
fortunes of Hyde demonstrate.
From time to time, the city inspires a generation to really care about
its past, present and future, and then slips back into its philistine
ways. We received news this month that
the local civic society, the Winchester Residents’ Association, has wound up
after 40 years. Two of its stalwarts, Chris
Webb and the late Alan Weeks, will be familiar to WR members as defenders not
only of the city’s identity but of that of the wider Wessex region. We can see in the demise of the Residents’
Association a metaphor for what is happening right across Wessex as a
caring generation finds that there is no-one else to whom it can hand on the
torch. Thatcherism has bred a fractured
and dis-spirited nation, of utilitarians contemptuous of the joy of learning
and of cynics unable to believe that voting or campaigning can prevail against
them.
An obituary for Alan Weeks in the Hampshire
Chronicle in 2010 commented that his indefatigable campaigning had been based
on a strong sense of right and wrong: “He had a very simple view that people in Winchester must understand how important Winchester is. He could not understand people who didn’t.”
There is no doubt that Winchester
is special. Nor is there any doubt that
the threats to what makes it special have come thick and fast – motorways, urban
sprawl, central area redevelopment – and while campaigners can point to some
marvellous victories there have also been crushing defeats. The water meadows at St Cross were saved from
the road builders but Twyford Down was not.
It stands as a scar upon the Wessex landscape that will easily outlive
humanity. Housebuilders have deep
pockets, deep enough to hire the best lawyers to take on even the London regime and
over-turn its decisions if they go the ‘wrong’ way. Barton Farm, so long the subject of citizens’
protests, is set to become a carpet of yuppy-box homes for those hurrying for
the early train and another day doing despicable things in the City. (Why do Londoners want to live in Wessex towns
and cities? Is it for any other reason
than that they’ve made such an almighty mess of their own?)
If concerned residents no longer gather in their associations to express
their faith in democracy, is it because local politicians have at last got the
message and mended their ways? Have the
associations rendered themselves unnecessary?
Absolutely not. Most historic
cities of Winchester’s scale and vulnerability –
Bath, Cambridge, Durham, Oxford, York – are protected (at
least in theory) by Green Belt. Not Winchester. Residents still fear that the green backdrop
to the city will disappear beneath housing within their lifetimes. The city and county councils have their
orders from London
to build, build, build and the carrots and sticks are such that the orders must
be obeyed. Local opinion is to be fobbed
off, not followed.
Local politics is the usual Tory/LibDem contest that is no real contest
at all. (The two parties are evenly
matched on the current city council.)
Labour won the Parliamentary seat once, in 1945, to universal surprise
(though having Eastleigh’s industrial workers helped in those days), losing it
again five years later. Wintonians have
had three opportunities to elect a Wessex Regionalist MP and taken none. Decades of conditioning have persuaded many
that they are part of a London-leaning ‘South East’ rather than of Wessex. Occasionally, conversations will start up in
the city’s pubs about how Wessex could do with Home Rule. Great idea.
Who’s going to organise it? Oh,
someone else. Someone less busy.
And in the absence of Home Rule, Winchester is slowly ground away, made
uniform with every other dormitory town within reasonable distance of London Waterloo. Its fields are replaced by houses; its
historic buildings are replaced by flats; its identity, instead of being
cherished, is subverted for profit.
Winchester’s bus station, a city landmark for generations, is due to
close to make way for the retail-led Silver Hill redevelopment. The developers promised a replacement. Now the economics suggests that it will be
deleted from the scheme in order to preserve the latter’s viability. We can see in Salisbury how that works. Salisbury’s bus station closed this month,
the buses were evicted and passengers now queue at bus shelters set up in the
mediæval streets. On pavements too
narrow for the flow of pedestrians to pass comfortably behind them.
The fate of the bus stations is a sign of the times. Privatisation of profits, including those
from redevelopment. Socialisation of
losses, and of the expense involved in providing somewhere for the buses to park. Andover and Bournemouth are determined to build
new bus stations. Clearly, there are
still some who care, but how to motivate the rest?
The decline of collective responsibility happens because we accept a
model of economics and politics that decrees that the community doesn’t
matter. That there is no such thing as
society. That government must help
everyone to achieve their ambitions for their own lives, not those of
others. That government, be it in the
form of bigger unitary councils, elected mayors, or straightforward regulatory
capture through ‘partnerships’, exists to oil the wheels of commerce and
certainly not to provide the context for civic virtue. It’s tragic that Salisbury, Winchester and so
many other places in Wessex are being ruined, often irreparably, but by our
inaction we signal that it’s our choice.
And who in our individualistic, inward-looking world will dare argue against that?