I would be inclined to report it. It may only be a wall, but the principle is the same as The Concrete House. In my experience, people who bulldoze through planning laws/protection orders, pretty much know what they are doing. A farmer I knew chopped down loads of protected trees to increase his tillage and thought that a fait accompli would be on his side - he ended up with a jail sentence.
I love the boggy bit of the Rye - unfortunately they caged part of it in on Friday, so I think they are going to fix it. It's been wonderful to see dogs and birds splashing about in it and there have been some amazing dragon flies too. I agree with M.Man, would have been great to see what marshy plants evolved there.
Is it weird to go into raptures over brambles? They are so pretty at the moment with their delicate blossom and what a joy to see little green blackberries biding their time.
Breast feeding in church during a communion service: at the altar rail I received one-handed and the darling priest blessed my baby, happily latched on, without batting an eyelid. Sundry cafes and restaurants. Auction room while walking about eyeing the lots. On a train, whipped out boob in discreet fashion under shawl but an exocet arc of milk travelled over the table onto the woman opposite. I was mortified but she was absolutely lovely about it.
Or more simply, you could pop to the Wildlife Centre in Marsden Road and pick up a hazel, beech, hawthorn, etc, sapling for ?1 and plant a hedge in your garden.