Welcome to the Stanton Wick Action Group website
Our Mission: To ensure that all local residents are fully apprised of proposals to use the Old Colliery Stanton Wick as a Gypsy and Traveller site and to actively oppose the proposals as wholly unsustainable.
Phase 3: We want to respond to the many requests for information that we have received from residents regarding Planning reference: 13/01965/FUL This is a resubmission of 13/00125/FUL proposal for “Change of use of land from B2 to 12 pitches for Gypsy and Traveller use with associated works – 12 dayrooms, and hardstanding.”
Again it is infact a slightly pared down version of the proposal outlined for the BANES DPD in which BANES recommend that it could accommodate 15 permanent Traveller or Gypsy pitches and 5 transit pitches. This means around 40 vans, over 80 vehicles and over a 100 people! However the size of the individual 12 pitches are so large that it is arguably the same proposal.
Remember – this is still the same physical site proposed and withdrawn from BaNES DPD process – putting the scale of the site into perspective, overall the land in question is approximately 27 acres, this is the equivalent of 15 average sized football pitches, a fraction under half the entire area of Royal Victoria Park in Bath. The development is currently proposed on the equivalent of 6 football pitches within the 27 acres.
Proposed Site at Stanton Wick
The site position is on a small predominantly single track lane that runs between the hamlet of Stanton Wick and the village of Pensford. The attached document gives an idea of the area.
The north Somerset landscape was described by H. V. Morton, the journalist and travel writer, in his travelogue `In Search of England’(3). The landscape described is typical of much of the area west of Bath across to the Chew Valley.
`Whenever I hear men boast of hills, I will rise up in praise of the hills of North Somerset, the Devon hills are fair and woody, the Cornish hills are wild and craggy, but the hills of Somerset rise up to the sky clothed in the cloth of heaven. —
Somerset hills lift up to the sky fields which are among the loveliest in England. Seen from a distance they are squared patchwork of gold, sage-green, apple-green and red; the gold is mustard, the apple-green is wheat, the sage-green is barley and the rich red-brown is ploughed soil. When the sun is over them the cloud shadows moving like smoke, the scent of warm hay in the air and larks holding up the blue sky with their little wings,—-’