31/07/2026
The sales pitch is definitely ramping up… 🍿
Every day there’s another advert.
“Selling below cost!”
“Premium living in Strathmill!”
“Present all offers!”
“Price by negotiation!”
It’s almost as if the marketing department has entered the chat.
But here’s the thing…
Who cares what the price is if you’re buying a home where the biggest view from your lounge is your neighbour’s cladding?
These homes don’t seem to blend into the surrounding area at all. Instead, they look like they’ve been squeezed in wherever another roof could fit. It’s less “master-planned community” and more “how many houses can we fit on this hillside?”
Then there’s the traffic solution.
The sales material talks about a “new connection.”
Do they mean Flavell Road?
Because from what I remember, the original consent for around 210 homes included a direct connection to Grand Drive via the motorway roundabout. Fast forward to a consent for 465 homes, and somehow that connection has disappeared.
Interesting how the number of houses more than doubled, but the direct connection didn’t survive the journey.
So now buyers are being sold a Flavell Road connection as if it’s a major selling point. At peak times, it may well be quicker to head out via Maire Road than sit in another queue wondering where this “effortless living” disappeared to.
The developers have already done their job, they’ve turned the land into a development and sold the sections. Now it’s the builders’ turn to convince buyers that 98m², neighbours within arm’s reach, and a seven-figure mortgage is the new definition of premium living.
Maybe I’m old-fashioned…
When I hear “premium living,” I think of space, privacy, sunlight, a decent backyard, and somewhere to host a BBQ without asking two guests to perch themselves on the fence.
But perhaps that’s yesterday’s definition.
Today’s definition seems to be:
“Luxury is when your neighbour’s outside wall is your favourite view.” 😂