Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
Hello again everyone! You all seemed to be pleased with my Arnold Schwarzenegger post, and I even gained a new follower, so from this I can only surmise that people who like Cornwall also have a fondness for the Terminator.
But anyway, onto business. As we speak, I am busy researching your favourite Cornish things and slaving over the wording of my posts (read: laying around in my onesie, more hungover than I thought humanly possible). All kidding aside, I’m looking forward to starting to properly posting again, and I hope you guys are too! For now, I give you reblogs, and the promise that all the information you ever needed about your favourite English country is coming soon.
And to conclude: I need your clothes, your boots and your motorcycle.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Well, I was going to begin this post in what I thought was a very dramatic and eye-catching way by quoting “I’ll be back!”, a la Arnold Schwarzenegger. Only when typing it out did I actually realise it made absolutely no sense, so I’ve decided I’m going to keep it simple for my own sake, and just let you all know the news in words of one syllable: I am back.
Yes, you’re reading it right! After an unforgivably long hiatus, I have returned to your dashboards once again to brighten your day with lovely Cornish titbits (no giggling, please). No, unfortunately there will be no tits, Cornish or otherwise - however, what you will be seeing is bits and pieces of your favourite county, served with a side order of my (obviously) carefully crafted and meticulous research.
On a more serious note, I have been once again pleasantly surprised at your loyalty and perseverance, as, after all this time, I somehow only managed to lose two followers! I’m immensely grateful to you all for sticking around, and I promise you that your constancy (aka forgetting to click the unfollow button, but a girl can dream) shall be rewarded.
I feel it is only appropriate to end this post with some Arnie. So, thank you all once again, and remember: GET TO THE CHOPPER!
(P.S. Extra brownie points for those who understand this: dyw genes, hag nos dha!)
Friday, February 10, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Church graveyard in Morwenstow, a little hamlet about 6 miles north of Bude in Cornwall, England. Cornwall has THE BEST GRAVEYARDS EVER. I have no facts to base this upon, now. It is merely the opinion of someone who has looked at twelve million photographs of England and I am not exaggerating.
On a random note, it is morning and someone needs to make it stop. I am in dreadful pain here. I spent seven hours yesterday digging and weeding and planting and pulling and rooting around in the garden and now I am very very sorry. (image is by space monkey twister on flickr, there’s a name for you)
I’ve been trying my hardest to resist the lure of seaside towns so as not to bore you all, but I just couldn’t resist Polperro, a beautiful little fishing village with an alarmingly colourful website. You can find this Cornish gem in the south-east of the county, about 4 miles from the town of Looe, and 25 miles from the major naval port of Plymouth. Make no mistake, ladies and gentlemen: this is one of the most beautiful locations you could ever hope to visit, with a jumble of picturesque cottages snugly nestled into the hillside, its narrow roads leading to the harbour, which opens onto the English Channel. So pretty that - as Polperro’s rather sinister village website warns - you might just want to stay forever.
However, don’t let yourself be fooled by its chocolate-box charm - the village was once an absolute hotbed of smuggling, and even today one can still glimpse traces of its nefarious past. Legend has it that a local innkeeper, whose quirk was to transport illicit kegs of brandy in a hearse, was one day discovered by the authorities. Before his death, he is said to have shouted: “If they shoot me dead, my body’ll drive the load to Polperro!” - which it promptly did, his corpse reputedly urging the horses on, until plunging spectacularly into the waters of the harbour. It is said that his ghost to this day still wanders the narrow cobbled streets..
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Look, it’s Golitha Falls! The only question that remains unanswered is why exactly I’m stuck in my freezing cold student house with a rabble of builders making a racket outside instead of enjoying a nice quiet walk along the river. I wouldn’t have to read King Lear either. Sigh.
A rather cute child showing us jealous onlookers the beautiful views from the Camel Trail in northern Cornwall.
Yet another example of the wonderful sights to be seen from the Camel Trail.