The eyes have it

There's a small field/fenced off patch of scrubland just around the corner from my house, occasionally a couple of horses appear on it (this weekend for example) but more often than not the land is abandoned with knee high grass. Mr K often wonders why it is still just scrub amd why no-one is building on it (land around here gets snapped up fast and before you know it one house has become a block of 4/6 apartments) I reckon the person who owns it still lives opposite and enjoys their uninterrupted view of green - I selfishly hope they live to be 237!