Begin.

Wasson?

Pulled and pushed back to Cornwall 3 years ago from our glorious capital I found myself, an adult of sorts, blinking at my surroundings.

Born here, I was a child here, raised on the South Coast, a cowrie throw from the soft south coast sea. In the long summers of every (hopelessly nostalgic) adult’s mind I traversed cliffs, fished, swam, lifted rocks and picked out the blennys and the crabs, nursed sunburn and shook the sand out of my clothes. In the quiet grey winters we watched storms play out on the ocean from the window.

Cornwall is this for many. You do not have to be born here to have those memories. It is a the vestige of innocent, home grown childlike happiness. A land of sun and ruminative nostalgia for generations. That is why it remains perennially popular as a destination.

The jaded, career worn parents those children have turned into bring their own offspring here to experience the same, to inevitably follow the same cycle. That is beautiful in its way. Whether you return to your second (or third) home in Port Isaac or a faded caravan in the Pentewan valley, the concept remains the same and you share it with everyone else who traverses the bleak arterial roads to get here.

I am a Cornishman, I have my own nostalgic fragments and as much as I rebelled against it, this odd, conflicting, sane, insane, small minded, hugely ambitious, guileless, tactless, stylish, entrepreneurial, ancient, modern, dead end, inspiring, mediocre and ultimately indefinable fist of a county, reaching into the Atlantic with its gnarled granite claw, it lured me like a mackerel and now I live here.

A Cornishman in Cornwall.

This blog is not a travel blog, it is not a guide, it is not a social commentary, it is not romantically overblown, it is not realistic, it is not a plea, it is most certainly not aimed at anything. It is just Cornwall. Through my eyes.

I resolved to explore every crevice of this little place. If I was going to be residing here again I was going to make damn sure I knew the bugger.

This is the result of that resolution.

 

 

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