This, totally agree.
I have lived in rented accommodation on a terraced street in a seaside town in Cornwall, the town I was born in. During covid and pre covid it had one holiday let in it, owned by local business people. By 2021 there were over twelve holiday lets in that street and it was very noticeable how our lovely community of neighbours had been obliterated. Some of the houses were private lets, most of them let to local families and one by one a lot of those landlords sold off the houses. Being private lets, they were already once removed from being viewed as a nice family home by the landlord, they were income, pension pot etc etc so they have little care as to the condition of the property and would decide they wouldn’t want to actually spend any money and provide somewhere nice for renters to live - it's an investment, people aren't investments. But I digress, as a resident on that street, life started to get unbearable, families turning up with three cars and realising they'd have to parallel park, if they could find a space first of course. They don't like the idea of a twenty minute walk to and from their car but that's the reality of living in that area. They'd park up on double yellow lines and block the street, they'd arrive after dark and be joyfully shouting and yelling "John bring in the shopping/cases etc ooooohh look at this quaint little street isn't it pretty" car door slams, front door slams, front door opens, car door opens, car door slams, front door slams - on and on and on - you catch my drift ! Then imagine that at 4 or 5am on the day they leave but in reverse, shouting and yelling, "Check the bedroom, can't find the babies blanket/teddy, check the fridge too, did you put the bin out?". Changeover days are relentless, that's just one property arriving or leaving, times that by over ten. There were the holiday lets that had relentless parties night after night, loud music thumping through the walls. A lot of the guests were considerate at the start, the majority seemed respectful, but as time went on you ended up with more and more people who just don't care, it's all about them and sod everyone else, they are on their holidays and god dammit they are going to have a wonderful time making memories.
Move on another year or so from there and I was the tenant who's landlord put the house on the market, prices were high and he wanted profit, told me so, he wasn't evicting me, he was just seeing how the land lay. It was horrific to live like that, not knowing if you had to leave or not, you scrabble to desperately try and find somewhere else to live but there isn't anywhere, nothing available that you can afford, totally priced out of the market. Stuck in limbo, the stock of housing to rent that had been around for years and years obliterated by private rents being flipped over to airbnb's or the landlords had simply sold up with huge profits especially after the Covid years, everyone wanted a place to escape to. The trouble is you are escaping to a place where we used to live. I nearly had a breakdown with all the stress and worry of that time period and the knowledge that very soon we might become homeless.
My parents were born in two areas that are now predominantly tourist areas with precious few actual locals left and no shops, cafes or village amenities to be found. The two villages they lived in had always been touristy but the difference was locals ran their homes as little b and b's, they'd sleep in the back room, a family all huddled together and living out of one room for June, July and August, whilst holiday makers had the rest of the house. They'd be up early and provide breakfast to the holiday makers, go make the guests beds and head off to work for the day. They made extra money over the summer months to see them through the long winters when the farming and fishing was poor. The wages in Cornwall are still not much better nowadays. Our average income is far below the national average. But back in those days, people had their holidays and locals got to be able to afford to live a basic life in the place they were born.
I don't know what the answer is, I wouldn't be rude to you, I wouldn't love you either. For now can't you just settle on finding somewhere regular to stay, I urge you to come and stay for January and February when the tourist hotspots are closed up and there's not much going on in the area.
The long drive in and out of the very south of Cornwall becomes very tedious for many very quickly. The roads are gridlocked in Summer with times to get anywhere doubled and tripled. The trains are so very unreliable at the moment, constant cancellations, not enough seats, tickets are oversold on every train and then the cancellations happen and its like sardines, standing room only from Paddington is very common on the trains to Cornwall. Going back up you're ok if you get on at say, Penzance, first on the train you'll get a seat, but by the time the train arrives in Truro its packed.
We, Cornwall are historically underfunded by the Government. That has a huge knock on effect for the locals here. For all the pretty towns and villages there are equivalent towns and villages of hidden disadvantaged children and adults living in shocking poverty. Cornwall seems to be picture postcard perfect, but it's far from it day in, day out.