For anyone who can't work it out....that's "An Expat In Cornwall". I know it sounds a bit "An Englishman In New York" (Sting, you know) but it think it sums up my life at this moment. A moment that's lasted nearly five years now, but that's by the bye.
The thing is that I moved to the Duchy in 2007 at the ripe old age of fifty-one and, despite having visited on a pretty regular basis since I was about six, having met the love of my life and married since I moved here (gaining a vast new extended Cornish family in the process), and never ever intending to live anywhere else....I know I'll never be Cornish.
Not that I'm whinging or anything, I never expected to find my name changing to Trelovegrove and start calling everyone My Beauty or My Luvver, or something like that. I just know that I'll always be someone from up-country even if I live to be two hundred and fifty and get voted Most Popular Man In Cornwall for every one of my remaining one hundred and ninety-five years. And that's fine, that's the way it works. That's part of what make Cornwall, well, Cornwall. It's not so much a sense of insularity as much as knowing this is the best part of the country and eventually the rest of Britain will come to understand that.
So I think I can use this blog to chat about some of the ways things have changed for me over the past few years and tell them through the eyes of a Berkshire Lad (Berkshire born and Berkshire bred; thick in the arm and thick in the...well, you know).
I have to finish off now, my pasty's getting cold. I'll finish by saying; I love Cornwall, I love the Cornish - I even love the weather! - and I can't imagine I could live anywhere else. I haven't missed Reading in the slightest, despite having lived there most of my life, and I bless every waking moment I find myself in Penryn.
There, that's the prologue. Hope you liked it. Coming soon - Chapter One!
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