Here’s a thing about this thing we’re doing.

If you put ‘Cornwall’ into  Google Images you’ll be confronted with 14,000000 pictures of boats and beaches and surfers and cliffs and pasties and derelict engine houses and standing stones and cottages and one or two geodesic domes. It’s clear from what comes up that Cornwall is presenting itself as a) beautiful, b) characterful in an olden-days way, and c) pretty much all about the tourists.

And there’s no doubt Cornwall IS rich in character. It’s one of the reasons we love it. But as much as we relish romping over cliffs, clomping through cowpats, rambling down rickety village streets and swearing our faces clean off in summer traffic jams,  it’s not the environment on its own that gives Cornwall its special identity – it’s the people too.

I’m sure everyone who lives everywhere likes to think that their local humans are unique, and character is obviously not particular to Cornwall. But the people who are born here or choose to live here do tend to be of the robust, maverick type who like to be away from the glorious mayhem or uber-civilisation of the metropolitan South East and to do things their own way.  I’m not saying that the Cornish are the only ones who feel like this – I met a lot of kindred folk when I lived in Yorkshire, for example. But the Cornish are our folk who feel like this. And we think their faces say a lot about who we are as a region. So that’s what this blog is about. Cornish folk and how much we appreciate them for their warmth, down-to-earthness and their relentlessly independent spirit.

 

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