I lived in a house next to perimeter 20 years ago. There are not many houses there (hope I am not outing myself). I can say for sure the image is a stock photo and is not the actual housing at Hinkley Point in Somerset. The modular accommodation is almost identical though the stock photo has a better finish. That is because the stock photo is student accommodation and could be any university city or town. You can clearly see suburbs and a flat landscape, so Peterborough or Cambridge would be a good shout. If you go on Google Earth and drop the human icon down onto the main road in to Hinkley Point, next to the housing campus, you will see a street view image from earlier this year. The accommodation blocks are more rustic and seem to be made of more recyclable there. Who knows, when it's job is done it may be dismantled and rebuilt somewhere else.
The extension site at Hinkley Point is 420 acres compared to the original site of 100 acres. A local farmer land-owner sold about half of the extension site for Hinkley Point and got a bit under £50m I read somewhere which is £200,000 an acre compared to local dairy land at £10,000 an acre.
One of the most amazing projects that I can recall, though I was a child at the time, was the expansion of the Upper Heyford air base between Oxford and Banbury. The expansion must have been in the late 60's when the French government wanted the US to relocate bases out of their country. As a child then, I remember sitting in my father's car on school holidays as he went about his work. Then, Upper Heyford was a mini city serving the US air force and other servicemen. We used to get there early and next to the contractors' park was a light industrial unit which took daily deliveries of food. By 9am, guys were wheeling out on foot 'market barrows' selling watermelon, bananas and milkshakes which they made up at the end of runways and hangers. In Winter months my father would often get a call out for an electrical fault, so with him being a single parent and no relatives still alive, my brother, sister and I would have to get dressed in coats and boots take pillows in the back and would drive 40 miles to the base so he could fix a fault on a hanger door. It was unreal, but those were odd times.
From what was then the A423, the road running a couple of miles to the West of the base, you could see the lights twinkling in the distance. Red lights were comms towers, white lights buildings and car parks. Then, if your timing was right on that road, you saw the most remarkable display of lights I have never witnessed again. Enormous upside down V shapes of lights embedded in the main runway which flickered on when a US fighter jet or reconnaissance plan was landing. So you saw a '^' switch on in white or green, then another and another as the whole runway literally lit up in an enormous series of arrows indicating where the pilot was to land. They would gradually light up then when fully lit, switch off for 2 seconds, then fire up again. Essential in a foggy, wet island jutting into the Atlantic compared to an air base in Nevada.
One afternoon I remember my father talking to an airman by the hangers. They were flying on that afternoon's sortie over the Netherlands, to Germany then up to the Baltic, over Norway and round Iceland back down the Irish Sea to land again in Oxfordshire. Two F111 fighters. They always went in pairs at intervals. Out at 4pm but back by supper. Europe was smaller then, it is twice the distance now to get to the Polish or Romanian border.
Sorry to have rambled. My point, if I have one, is there are some colossal projects going on and it is right to marvel at how it all is organised. The D Day landings were the biggest human 'event' ever, but the organisation of that is for another thread.