Apparently, they won an award for it, and it wasn’t a joke award or “worst of” competition – you know, funniest government architecture or something – my book-keeper (who lives near and has to drive past it) has a couple of daughters; their name for it is “the plastic rubbish skip”.
The footpaths outside are a testimony to the Vogon mindset which spawned it. The footpath crosses the south-western driveway, then stops and is vectored across the 4-lane highway. When it re-crosses about 20 metres later (<thwack!>), it joins the head of a wheelchair access ramp. A long, straight one, unbroken by flattened resting spots. An long, straight, expensive one, for which much landscaping has been done. A long, straight, totally pointless one, since better access would be provided by just running a footpath alongside either or both of the driveways.