Helston play park set for £25k multi-use games area upgrade
A widely used play area in a Helston residential estate is set for a significant enhancement with the installation of a new multi-use games area.
Projects Officer Richard James confirmed the news at Helston Town Council's first full meeting of the new civic year, announcing that upgrade works at Bulwark play park are scheduled to begin on May 26, 2025.
The Bulwark play area at present (Image: Amy Johnson) The improvements have been made possible by approximately £25,000 originating from the Roundhouse Way development to the west of Nansloe Primary School.
Mr James explained: 'The Bulwark Play Park is the closest to the Nansloe development, so we have been looking at what can be done to enhance the space.'
The park was opened in 2013 (Image: Amy Johnson) "We are delighted to be making improvements to the Bulwark Play area and providing better equipment for the young people of Helston.
"The park has long been used as an informal space for football, so it felt right to deliver better equipment for that purpose."
Mr James added that there will also be a new addition of toddler equipment, aiming to bring "joy" to the younger visitors.
"In addition, we will be making some minor repairs to the existing equipment and sections of the surrounding fence that have reached the end of its life cycle," Mr James added.
A multi-goal will be installed (Image: Helston Town Council) "It feels great to be building on the amazing work of previous Town Council officers who delivered their project back in 2013.
"It wouldn't have been possible without the support of Cornwall Council and the funding that was made available from the Roundhouse Way development to the west of Nansloe Primary School."
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This upcoming development marks the completion of a long-held ambition for the park.
'The park was part of an improvement project back in 2013, which saw the current play equipment installed,' Mr James said.
'That project should have included a Multi-Games Area, but funding was not available for this element at the time.'
Richard shared there will be new themed equipment for little ones (Image: Helston Town Council) In December, Helston Town Council consulted residents of the Bulwark Estate area to share their ideas of what they would like to see in the park.
At the time, the council stated: 'We've recently secured funding to make improvements to the Bulwark play area. We would like to hear from residents on how these funds should be used and how you use the park.'
The current park was officially opened in 2013 by then Deputy Mayor Mike Thomas and Julia Eddy.
At the time, Mrs Eddy said: 'This park is here for you to use and enjoy, and we would like you to be able to do so for a long time to come.
"We are sure you will treat it with respect and look after it carefully.'
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