A Fictional Story, Based On Reality...

This village was once a picturesque fishing village, where every house was pretty and old fashioned, all the houses had slate roofs and pretty gardens, and the village looked like a place where time had stood still, I used to stand on the hill and admire the beauty of the village, with all the unique houses standing side by side, I used to walk down the road and say hello to all My neighbours, there was a real community spirit!

But over the years houses have sold, people from other parts of the country have bought them, all the houses have been demolished and now look like concrete boxes with huge glass windows in them, but they don’t live in them, I now walk down the road and look at these ugly houses that are eyesores and see no one but holidaymakers, every house in this village apart from Mine is now a holiday home, I now stand at the top of the hill and cry as I look at a place filled with oversized glass houses that don’t blend in with the surroundings, My house is the last old house left, the last house that looks like a Cornish house, if Cornwall Council really cared they wouldn’t let this destruction happen, they wouldn’t be building on every green field available, and they wouldn’t let people build second homes, especially second homes that are all eyesores, so this is a plea from Me to Cornwall Council, if you really loved Cornwall you would protect it, you would stop building on green spaces, you would stop the build of ugly second homes and you would ensure all new builds blend in with the surroundings and use local materials, and you would protect our heritage, Please, don’t let our beautiful Cornwall disappear completely...