Living in our beautiful city, we are surrounded by the countryside. We've got the lush green meadows of Bradley Stoke, the rolling moorlands of Filton, and the mangrove swamps of Barton Hill.
Yet for some people this isn't enough, and they are trying to get areas of land declared town greens.
We all know what a town green looks like. It's got a maypole, a cricket pitch, a pub. Maybe a couple of rosy-cheeked milkmaids. It's not a definition that can be slapped willy-nilly on any old bit of land. In our opinion, it should at least have been on a picture postcard first.
Worse still, many of the people trying to get these new "town greens" set up are posh latte-drinking types who can buy all the green space they want. They can afford grass seed. They can afford holidays at Center Parcs. They could even afford astroturf. So why are they standing in the way of development?
That's why we at the Groan are saying: if it doesn't have a wishing well, it shouldn't be a town green.
