Glad you said the above, Mick, for when I did a couple of years or so ago, here and on some Trad-leaning site, I got "Bitter, bitter, bitter ... the man's mad ... etc.".
I had been on a four-day trip with a girlfriend to the Avon Valley (from its upper waters and trouty / graylingy tribs right down to the tide at Mudeford), an area and waters that I spent a lot time in and on during the first thirty years of my life, and about which I had merely written online "Things change, I know, but when what was in many places in my not very far-off youth still-wild country with a full, clear river in front of you, with a wide, cattle-grazed valley floor and sheep-grazed downs stretching away beyond, all below a huge, often bird-hung or -arrowed sky has become, well, so roaded-up commuter-land suburban ... no wonder that the people of my age who I knew there in my youth and who were born and raised in the area have moved further and further Deep Country west....".
Bad for business such sentiments, I suppose; I was clearly "a-a-a-s-kin' for it" from those with vested interests in the area or who had moved there following some book-inspired dream.
Try and turn what's left around, though, chaps.