As the madness of Cornwall Council planning continues to saturate Cornwall’s green spaces and destroy our natural and ancient environment, under the auspices of newcomer bosses, John Betty and Kate Kennally, the photo shows new developments in Clay country, around St. Austell, which has itself one of the most toxic air in the UK, as one of Cornwall council’s reported AQMA (air quality management area).

One resident in Mawgan comments:

”Another "wise" decision of Cornwall Council to approve a development on clay. The footings have filled with a foot of water in two days. Will be ott by next weekend. PA17/08259 refers. Civil matters being ignored!”

Another campaigners rightly states:

”All this building and still one major hospital, same amount of police, dentist and doctors.”

One resident says:

”My husband is a consulting structural engineer in Truro and says the life expectancy (of these new builds) is less than 50 years ....a lot less ....and if you make any alterations expect trouble .... he wouldn’t consider buying one under any circumstance.....we are aware of new timber frame homes in Hayle that are under investigation.”

In other news:

www.lanner.org.uk/planning-permission-granted-at-crantock/

and whilst Cornwall Council planning assist FTSE-listed developers make hundreds of millions of £££ in obscene profits by building unaffordable, unsightly and unsustainable plasterboard rubbish, our villages are actually threatened further:

www.cornwalllive.com/news/cornwall-news/more-200-villages-towns-cornwall-2260989

Here's the protest song, folks. Learn the words in this version (adapted for Cornwall) and get the tune from the You Tube link. It may be handy to be familiar with it when a mass rally is organised!

Come all you fine developers,
With advertising bold.
Building a new Cornwall,
Demolishing the old.
Don’t think that you’re disguising
Your merry escapade.
We know the score; know what it’s for.
There’s money to be made.

See in the “quaint” old villages,
In the country, by the shore.
An old house disappearing,
To squeeze in twenty more.
Down come all the old trees,
That used to make the shade.
If you don’t like it, move away.
There’s money to be made.

In quiet village centres,
Where people used to go,
To visit friends and family,
Not so long ago,
They’re tearing up the green space,
So houses can invade,
With handkerchief-sized gardens.
There’s money to be made.

We’ve got some fitty farmland,
With soil as black as pitch.
It’s a waste to plant things in it,
If it’s just the soil that’s rich.
Let’s build more houses, pave some streets,
Forget the grassy blade.
Screw the farmers, damn the crops.
There’s money to be made.

It seems that the developers
Can always get permission.
Seeing all the pound signs,
And taking their commission.
The Council have to back them,
Lest profit be delayed.
Don’t listen to objections!
There’s money to be made.

We’ve all got to make a living,
But there’s such a thing as greed.
Second homes for holidays
Are not what people need.
Communities are suffering,
The people are afraid
That Cornwall will be history
When money can be made.

They’re cashing in our Kernow.
There’s money to be made.