What I hadn't realized before we headed to Cornwall, is that there is a local language spoken fluently (as a 2nd language) by about 500 people, called Cornish. It is similar in nature to Welsh, such that "What do you want to drink?" is "Pandra vynn'ta dh'y eva?". To which I might reply "Pinta korev marpleg" (a pint, please). And counting from 1-5....onan, dew, tri, peswar, and pymp.
Today I traveled to Land's End, the western edge of England, not the retail store. There's a rugged coast with medium-sized cliffs and rocky outcrops. While the view is great, there are the tacky tourist traps, including a Dr. WHO exhibit, homemade crafts, etc., including scrumpy - an alcoholic cider, of which I bought a cheesy version. I'm told scrumpy is made from the dregs of the apples....rotted cores, wormy pulp, stems. how yummy.
I also ventured to the nearby towns of Falmouth (mostly just a nice bay full of cruise ships, this is actually the 3rd deepest bay in the world after Sydney and Rio de Janeiro) and to Truro, an historic market town with lots of great boutique shopping. Here we encountered one of the first Starbucks we've seen outside of London. It was good to get our 'fix' and was wired all afternoon.
In the evening, another visit to the irreputable bar from the night before (The Longboat), with an equally amusing crowd. And during the night, we were approached by a Cornish woman who was totally mental. Most of the time she was just talking to herself but sat next to us at a table and occasionally would include us in the middle of her own conversation. I won't go into more details, but she was rather scary. (After we returned, we were told that life out there can be remote and people are unique, to say the least.)
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