This Blessed Plot | Kieran Everson
Monday morning. Again. You sit in your kitchen, digging into breakfast and sipping coffee. All local produce, of course. If you can afford to do so, why not? That’s what the public service announcements say. You leave the house and take a gentle cycle to the train station. Everyone cycles now, it’s hard to remember a time when everyone didn’t. As you make your way down the road, you are flanked on both sides by beautiful Georgian housing. Long gone are the days of Barratt Homes and soul-crushing council estates. New design guidelines forced developers to celebrate beauty, while widespread planning deregulation provided no shortage of new builds – a living, breathing community within each of them. Many front gardens are host to a flagpole, proudly flying the Union Jack. You smile at every neighbour that passes.
Pulling up to the station, you lock your bicycle into the rack and make your way inside. Sauntering up the stairs, you remark at the cleanliness of the building. There is no graffiti in sight. Stood at the platform, the display informs you that you will only have to wait five minutes for the next train. The high-speed railways have made a huge difference to your commute. World-class technology designed and built in Britain.
The train arrives and you step onboard. There are seats available, but you choose to stand. You burn more calories that way, or so the TV tells you. Far away, you can see distant greenery. Reforestation efforts. For a while now, the government has been committed to reintroducing Britain’s ancient rainforests and protecting them as new national parks. A costly enterprise, to be sure, but one rooted in a love for the country. Hurtling ahead, the city comes into site. London has been reborn.
The capital has been built into a city known across the globe for its elegance. Historical buildings have been restored and monuments are respected. New museums celebrate the rich history of our nation, romanticising a past which had been previously besmirched and ‘deconstructed’. Music halls and grand theatres display the artistic talent of our nation, reverberating out across the world. New statues have been built all across London to celebrate our heroes. Lord Byron, William Wilberforce, Queen Boudica, and J.R.R Tolkien – just to name a few. This cultural revolution – fuelled by romantic nationalism – has been a success, shaping a strong identity which unites all people of the British Isles.
On your journey from the platform to the street, you walk past a handful of police officers. Police presence has been transformed across the country. The new government chooses the doctrine of Robert Peel over that of Roy Jenkins, dismissing the idea of investigative policing and instead working to prevent crime. Local stations were reopened, and the long reign of centralised, bureaucratic policing came to a sudden end. Britain is safer for it, re-establishing trust between law enforcement and communities. From Croydon to Chelsea, the streets have been reclaimed. Order has been restored after years of chaos. Your walk to work is safe, without the need for clenched fists or worries of being harassed.
Aside from the police, one hardly notices the state anymore. The government respects our traditions of English liberty and wilfully takes a step back from your life. Freedom of speech is protected, and your private property rights are upheld. The Blairite state has been comprehensively dismantled.
Making your way to work, you stroll past countless small businesses. With the government’s dedication to combatting corporatism, barriers to entry have been slashed and entrepreneurs have been encouraged to realise their potential. Up and down the country, business is booming. Many of these stores proudly display the flag, some even hang a picture of the King behind the counter. Pride hangs thick in the air.
When you breathe in, you can taste the quality of the air. Huge developments in public transport have allowed for much of central London to be pedestrianised, traffic-jammed roads being replaced with greenery and market stalls. This capital city is slower, friendlier, and more welcoming than in previous years. The financial centre of the world has now also become a hub for culture, drawing as many artists as it does investment bankers. London is the envy of the Western World.
The skyscraper stands before you. Modern, but beautiful. Inspired by the art deco of the 1900s. The style is bold, unapologetically futurist. All around you, this energy is translated in the crowds, the people, the chatter. The atmosphere is bubbly and inviting. Heading inside, and taking the lift to your floor, you are at peace. In your youth, you had seen your country on its knees – crippled by economic decay, social unrest, and a reprehensible political class. Britain is back. The rot was deep, and some thought the country couldn’t be saved. They were wrong. Once again, Britain has risen from the ashes, its people freed from decades of demoralisation. The national rebirth is almost complete. You are a young man with a steady job in the greatest city on Earth. The future is bright.