Letting developers vandalise the countryside won't solve the housing crisis

Shakespeare knew it, when he gave "this sceptered isle" to John of  Gaunt's dying breath. Great artists knew it when they took their easels  to the summit of our hills and captured England's finest landscapes.  Soldiers knew it, when wartime propaganda urged victory to protect the  countryside we love.The London Olympic designers knew it, when their  opening ceremony defined our modern nation with pastoral scenes. Hell,  even the government knows it. New official posters promoting Britain  remind tourists that our "countryside is great".

Everyone knows  it. The countryside is integral to the definition of Britain. It is  indelibly part our heritage. It is a national asset that should be  prized. So why are we so criminally casual about its loss?

The  vandalism of rural Britain isn't happening with ordered precision. Each  year, an area of countryside the size of Southampton is covered with  concrete. But we aren't building inspiring new towns or green cities.

No,  this loss is horribly random. Dismal, identikit developments disfigure  historic market towns. Precious green spaces between villages are  thoughtlessly destroyed. We are told not to worry, that only a few  percentage points of countryside will be lost. The reality is that,  outside of protected landscapes like national parks, the effective  ruination of countryside and tranquillity is far greater.

It's not  just beauty that is sacrificed for careless construction. Villages  expand, yet their shops and pubs disappear. As the heart of historic  market towns slowly stops beating, anonymous drive-throughs and cloned  chains on out-of-town retail parks turn communities inside out.

England  saw once before what random development would mean for the countryside.  The great construction of the 1930s, which created millions of new  homes, finally alarmed politicians when they saw that the suburban  sprawl would not stop. The Town and Country Planning Act 1947 was brought in to end the era of unplanned development.

Ministers  invoke that halcyon period of housing boom as an easy route once again  out of recession, yet they forget the emergency action that followed.  And that was in an era before mass ownership of cars. Today, simply  relaxing planning controls wouldn't just see creeping suburbia: it would  allow random development on any countryside that someone would sell.

Yes,  planning controls drive up prices; yes, we once again have a housing  shortage, and, yes, homes have never been so unaffordable. We do need to  lower prices and rents. We should want to extend opportunity and enable  young people to realise their dreams of ownership.

But this  requires fundamental planning reform, not ill-thought relaxation of  controls that were introduced for good reason. Gordon Brown tried and  failed to push the system to construct more, but his top-down regional  housing targets built only resentment. The new government heralded a  localist approach, where communities would be given both the power and  the responsibility to plan for development.

But even before the  legislation was passed, ministers were spooked by an extended downturn  and lost faith that their fledgling reforms would deliver. Now they are  playing that most dangerous of games, promising one thing while doing  another. The public are told that housing targets have been scrapped and  that they are in control. Meanwhile, the government's planning  inspectorate is instructed to allow appeals by developers and reject  plans that fall short of the highest housing numbers.

Such cynicism will exact a political price. Communities are rumbling that they may not be in control at all. The coalition agreement  pledged to "return decision-making powers on housing and planning to  local councils". The words are in danger of ringing hollow. It would be a  second political tragedy if the policy of localism produces the same  contemptuous laugh as the "big society".

Giving a cowardly wink to  developers won't build the houses we need. They are already sitting on  400,000 unused planning permissions, yet they choose to "land bank" to  build their balance sheets rather than new homes. It's the economy,  stupid, that will determine when the construction firms actually  construct.

The tragedy is that the new localist approach could  work. Communities that have seen random development as a threat have  started to focus on what their villages and towns need, rather than on  what they don't want. The earliest plans have envisioned more affordable  housing, not less. Neighbourhood planning could turn people from nimbys  into being part of communities that like to say yes.

But  ministers are sabotaging their own policy before it's had a chance.  There are enough brownfield sites for 1.5m homes, yet speculative  developers are being encouraged to submit applications on open  countryside regardless of emerging local plans, which carry little or no  weight. Communities that have put hours of work into their plans have  watched them torn up by random development, licensed by government  inspectors.

And so we return to the bad old days of planning by  appeal; to the ugly bolted-on housing estates; to the casual loss of  countryside; to the slow, awful transformation of picturesque towns and  villages into soulless commuter settlements.

None of this will  help our cities. Exciting urban revivals might never have happened if  developers could have made an easier buck by building boxes on green  fields. Protecting the countryside isn't a selfish act or the defence of  rural privilege - it's vital for city dwellers, and to retain an asset  that enriches us all.

Today, the Campaign to Protect Rural England, dismayed by the random despoliation of precious landscape, launches a Save Our Countryside charter.  Its president, the poet Sir Andrew Motion, calls for the defence of  "our great inheritance". A laureate before him, Wordsworth, asked: "Is  then no nook of English ground secure from rash assault?" The answer, if  the goal of winning the global race will licence any expediency, is no.

Christopher N Howarth