When I was young and really did send postcards home I’d usually select ones with lots of pictures on them. Reasoning them to be somehow ‘better value.’ So here we go, a second good value multi-image Postcard From Cornwall.
Truth to tell, these last two days haven’t matched the sunny brilliance of Sunday and Monday on the last postcard. But it hasn’t rained.
And she’s glad she’s had a go.
“But it’s never going to replace sea kayaking for me, let’s face it.”
Mostly though we’ve had a quieter time walking, resting, reading. And wondering, why is it so quiet here?
It is a noticeably more expensive place to be in than a decade or so back. And we’re not surprised local people have recently voted to ban further second home ownership. Not allowing the vicissitudes of the housing market to deprive them of their town, price them out of their own place. Even the prices in the cafés must make it feel a bit like like going out for your tea in someone else’s economy? The same economy that’s making it virtually impossible for local people to find anywhere to live?
The vote is welcome but is it too late? Like the place has already been hollowed out?
We walk on.
Stopping again later at our favourite pub here, The Castle, for a drink. Then back to where we’re staying to cook our tea, with as much local food as we’ve been able to find.
Too quiet though. As we sat here talking in the evening we reflected on what seems like an absence. Of anything going on. Local notices, a local scene like there used to be, local shops? The place feels hollowed out.