Sir, you’ve either never been to Heathfield or visited it before 2005, when I started to work at BCT factory.
It so happened that I go to work and then back to Exeter, where I live, with a bus, either Nr. X38 or Nr. 39. Sometimes I have to wait for a bus back to Exeter long enough. So, four years it’s more than sufficiently to explore the length and breadth of Heathfield, one of the most beautiful places I’ve seen on earth.

Never ever, believe me, one can see here, in Heathfield, something you describe. What the “dust”, on earth? What the plants, “green only when raining”? You made casual mention of the Old Newton Road so, that one who never been here can easily imagine nightmarish picture: dust-covered trees, houses, and road itself, where everybody walking leaves his footprints on it.

Sir, you can tell this to anyone else, but me. I go to my work along this street day by day, week by week, either in rainy December or beautiful June. Four years. Early mornings and late evenings. NEVER EVER there is heavy dust on leaves you told about, or any dust ever. You’d better come here and see what the Heathfield is, indeed, b4 to write anything.

As for Dartmoor views, there’s all-right with ‘em in Heathfield. Just have a look.

If even people in Bovey Tracey, which is more than three miles away, suffer from the clouds of clay dust, what to say then about poor Heathfield inhabitants, who live across the very narrow Old Newton road, as close as thirty yards away from the site. I don’t think they risk to open their windows. All plants in the area are green only when raining, otherwise – pale grey, with a thick layer of dust on their leaves. You can think, what ones who live in Heathfield breath in, year by year.

Three years ago the boss of BCT (Austrian himself) showed a bit of generosity, donating five thousands of pounds for enviroment protection. Five thousands! What a boon! With such a great pomp and pics in local newpapers! For the harm which hardly can be covered with millions.

Barefaced impudance and shamelessness, both so unthinkable and just paralyzing.

What the local authorities think about all this – it’s a mystery. Rather, quite cheerless one. Three years ago, when for factory extension was applied for they needed permissions and so on. Many tempting promises were given to local people. Now, when the construction is nearing completion, all those promises gone with a wind as easy, as china clay dust.