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  • Terrain Vague : assigning value to ambiguous space | Thinkpiece | Architectural Review

    https://www.architectural-review.com/essays/terrain-vague-assigning-value-to-ambiguous-space/10042658.article

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    The body politic gaily riding roughshod over our built and natural environment needs to be reined in

    If you keep going west down Foyle Hill from Shaftesbury you’ll come to Stock Gaylard, Pleck, and King’s Stag – marvellous names, the last of which occurs in Thomas Hardy’s even more marvellous ballad A Trampwoman’s Tragedy. Hardy died almost a century ago. His shade would happily recognise Foyle Hill, which is unchanged and unusual, not merely in that stasis but in the peculiarity of its disposition. It is a narrow unclassified road flanked by verges wider than it is. Verges that are hardly tended though not neglected. The Blackmore Vale is sumptuously rich pasture and land values are commensurately high. Yet here is land of manifestly undefined purpose, left uncultivated and ungrazed. To call land workshy is to submit to the pathetic fallacy, but such an adjective seems apt. There is a lazy ease here, just as there is in the hamlet name Pleck, which signifies not a village, not a hamlet but a ‘spot’, a place that hasn’t been got at, that no one has bothered to improve, that has not been subjected to the least regeneration. In France the convention is to call such non-places lieux-dits. For example, Lieu-dit Olivier. Even though the Oliviers are long gone and there isn’t even a trace of the house they lived in, the non-place is lent a vestige of identity, is relieved of total anonymity. Nonetheless, named or not (usually not), these places – edgelands or terrains vagues, spots – are too-readily written off as waste land, an epithet that suggests a failure to fulfil their destiny, find a proper role.

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