Oh, how I long for the days before the skyline of Newquay was blighted with multiple steel and concrete structures. A time when the vastness of wealth had not polluted souls and everyone had the opportunity to purchase or rent a home. It was a time before the influx of residents resembled a plague of escaping zombies. It was a time when there were enough crumbs for everyone…
Key essential services in Newquay are simply bursting full due to the demand from our ever-increasing population. Both the main local doctor’s surgeries are overloaded, and with waiting lists to join longer than the newly built G7 £8m runway extension at RAF St Mawgan.
Local dentists have become more efficient at earning money than a 1980s Columbian drug cartel. Their meagre profit draining NHS slots leave a bad taste in their mouths and their preference is to cater for the customer with money. It is easier to find gold in a Cornish tin mine than it is to get an NHS dentist appointment in Newquay these days. If we also factor in the two year waiting lists to become NHS approved, and half the town will be back to pulling teeth with string on a door handle.
Local parking is a road rage induced episode with every turn of the wheel. Council parking rates do not favour any locals as the profit is geared up for the influx of tourists. Putting aside the cost there simply are not enough parking spaces in Newquay to meet the demand.
Homelessness in Newquay is a major problem, and it has been for years. It is a combination of the rental market collapsing, a lack of employment, Covid, government funding and a break down in available social services. It is a ticking timebomb that has already exploded and long before Covid came alone. People from all levels of society are now finding themselves at the mercy of handouts and a desperation that should not be happening in a Westernised country. The gulf between rich and poor has never been so great. (Contact Newquay DISC if you know of anyone who needs help).
When the phrase “Affordable homes” is mentioned, it often leaves me in a fit of laughter at the irony. Just like a Communist utopia that promised everyone would be equal but led to bread queues outside the shops. Affordable homes are nothing more than a public relations key word banded out to show an illusion of caring and friendship. These new builds are not affordable for the locals unless you have the right amount of money. Then to rub salt into the wounds, the added irony that many of the current building projects in Newquay are only hiring tradesman from outside the county.
Newquay is now OVERSUBSCRIBED; the existing infrastructure cannot cope with the increased in demand for services. There is simply no more room at the inn, and it is going to become worse. But this is no longer just an exclusive Newquay problem as the same scenarios are also being played out across Cornwall. The county has and is still being exploited by too many people who favour the feel of gold coins in their trouser pockets, and not putting back that profit back into the local communities.
OVERSUBSCRIBED has become The Decline of Newquay. It is the breakdown in local communities, it is the changing landscape with the avalanche of flats and influx of bad manners. It is a warning to Cornwall that I now feel is too late, and that its message is now being experienced by all the residents around this beautiful county. OVERSUBSCRIBED is rapidly consuming Cornwall piece by piece.
The Newquay I once knew, the one that I grew up in is having its soul ripped out and replaced with a mixture of cheap plastic building facia and concrete footings. It was going to happen sooner or later, that Newquay was going to catch up with the rest of the world. But does it really have to happen with such an imbalance that favours those with money and penalises those without? It is not a fair system at all, and it leaves a foul taste in my mouth and I hope it does for you too. Sod their gold coins and let the people of Newquay and Cornwall to have a chance to play the game of advancement and progress on their own terms. Not the game where finances determine the roll of the dice and the illusion that one day you will actually get to roll the dice yourself.
OVERSUBSCRIBED is a plague of greed, selfishness that is rooted in all levels of society. It’s pungent smell of consumption is driven by profit and its claws are firmly wrapped around the Cornish peninsular. I want the Newquay back that I know and love. You know the one before its soul was ripped out by greedy developers and landlords ejecting tenants to make way for overpriced AirBnB profits. The Newquay where the community was strong and not fragmented into sections based on the bank balance of your account.
I wonder how the new influx of residents will fare with their first Cornish winter. Will their resolve be broken after two days or three days of storms?