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Feeling guilty about not feeling guilty
Dec. 9th, 2009 05:49 pmThere's a new Tesco in town - a full-fat jobbie, no less, with frocks and pills and a 24-hour garage. I'm delighted, and I'm also impressed with the building, which uses lots of wood and glass instead of concrete and steel.
But we're supposed to be down on Tesco, aren't we? I mean, yes, they built on a greenfield flood plain site and that's evil, but they've got everything non-specialist I need under one roof with long opening hours. I can ride over with the trailer in the evening and not face silly little shops that close at five; the local catchment is up to fifteen miles for this store, because mid Devon is a retail desert.
The local lampposts are full of grumble about the eebil Tescopoly... but they and the Council have laid on two new looping bus services that go all over town, and there is no damn room for a bike lane (ptui!) on the A377, and there is a whole new no-through access road that's ideal for A-road-hating bike wusses.
But we're supposed to be down on Tesco, aren't we? I mean, yes, they built on a greenfield flood plain site and that's evil, but they've got everything non-specialist I need under one roof with long opening hours. I can ride over with the trailer in the evening and not face silly little shops that close at five; the local catchment is up to fifteen miles for this store, because mid Devon is a retail desert.
The local lampposts are full of grumble about the eebil Tescopoly... but they and the Council have laid on two new looping bus services that go all over town, and there is no damn room for a bike lane (ptui!) on the A377, and there is a whole new no-through access road that's ideal for A-road-hating bike wusses.
