Nimby
Aggghhhh. I’m completely obsessed. With one of those things I always feared getting obsessed with because, a) it’s something you can’t control and b) it makes you look like a Daily Mail reader (I mean the printed one, not the Sidebar of Shame, we all know that’s fine). Yes, someone’s building something I don’t like out the back.
The steep bank at the end of the gardens used to be full of trees, undergrowth and foxes. Very soothing to look at from my kitchen table. But the house is being done up, and I’ve watched the construction of what by turns I thought might be a concrete skatepark, massive barn and now a hideous orange uber-deck. All the while wailing “What on earth is it,” much to the boredom of anyone within earshot.
Innit monstrous? I’m trying to adjust but it keeps getting taller. A Tommy Walsh Tower of Babel.
If it’s something that needed planning permission, you should be able to find out what it’s going to be from the local council. Although maybe not knowing is safer…
those hand rails dont look like they will get past building control to me?!
Woah. Looks like a prison exercise yard.
Sorry. Unhelpful comment.
Looks like it might have been inspired by a Durer drawing (in a nightmareish kind of way). Could be a job for green hedge screening or a couple more fence panels of your own. Maybe a Bob Flowerdew tower of compost. Ask Gardeners Questiontime.
Nimby
Rather “niyby” (not in your back yard)!