When Stanley is back on form I might suggest to him that he writes one of his history articles on the subject of `The Council House'. As well as the historical aspect there is much of relevance to today's housing problems, in terms of social housing and the quality and energy-saving performance of buildings and sites.
I was born and brought up in a council house in Blackburn, not on a big estate but one of a small group of six semi-detached buildings on the edge of town. These small council house sites often had a high quality environment, built in elevated positions on the edge of the suburbs, out of the urban smog and with great views - the very locations were the mill owners previously built their mansions! Looking from our windows, on one side we had the lines of terraced houses of Blackburn, and on the other it was countryside as far as the eye could see. Allotments and hen pens, then meadows, woods, and hills.
Even now where I live in rural Somerset there are small pockets of council houses built on the edge of villages on high ground with terrific views. By comparison, our village is about to have a private development of `affordable houses' built on the edge of the village but they will be low down and next to a major trunk road which separates them from the village itself.
When first built in the early 1900s, the council houses were ahead of their time with cavity walls, indoor toilets/bathrooms, big windows, large rooms and large gardens. In fact, they make some of today's small and cramped `modern' estate houses look like rabbit hutches by comparison. The large gardens were a boon during WW2 when the space was needed for growing vegetables and later they often provided space for a garage while still leaving a large area for a lawn, veg or playing space for kids. We often had my pals from the terraced houses come to play out on the back lawn - it was begin enough for football or cricket!
Here's a photo taken on the back garden of our council house in the early 1950s showing Tizer sharing his tricycle with his mum. You can see the elevation of the house and the long views behind us - that's the old Blackburn cemetery on the hillside across the valley. Looking down into the valley we were able to watch the steam trains on the line to Hellifield. Happy days! No terrorists, no internet scams and we looked forward to a world at peace.