Bird, lucky you. Right now, I'm knee deep in inspectors and permits. We're demolishing a house we use for a hunt camp and replacing it with a construction trailer. Need several permits and inspectors to change the electrical service and a building permit to plant the trailer on blocks. To get a building permit, we need a health certificate. To get a health certificate, we needed a survey crew to find some missing property stakes. And, if there's any plumbing in the trailer, we need an 800-gallon septic system.
Oh well, guess the survey crew did figure out that the last utility pole is on our neighbour's property, so I can't trench to it for an underground service. Course, my neighbour says he doesn't care, but the utility says they would have to survey for a new easement. More permits. Guess that planting a new pole 20' from the last one is the least pain. Hey, that needs permits and inspectors too.
So, we said nuts to the plumbing, we'd use a biffy or composting toilet and draw our water. I mean, after all it's a hunt camp, even though it's only 10 miles from us. Oh well, then how about a raised 12'x6' leeching pit (for all our dish water and the long baths we take with our drawn water I guess)? Of course, we've got serious sand here. The ground itself is a real good leeching pit.
Well, the leeching pit it is. That's the price of a health certificate, which is the price of a building permit and so on. Welcome to rural life, Ontario style. Oh course, when we get everything planted, then the township bylaw folks may show up and say that were encroaching on our own front yard. A structure can't be ahead of the front of your house. Guess that means three sheds 200' away in some bush. Yep, we're got bylaw folks as well as inspectors.
I imagine these inspectors, consulting engineers and politicians who make the regulations all live in cities. Suppose they figure that people who live in the country don't have anything to do except file permits and entertain inspectors.