Since moving to the UK I have heard endlessly about Cornwall, Cornwall, Cornwall. In fact, the region is referred to with such precise “specialness” that at one point I began to wonder if perhaps it was its own nation like Wales or Scotland and I had somehow missed that in all my education. It felt like a stupid question, but when I charged ahead with it the was always something along the lines of a laughing, “Depends on whom you’re asking.” That answer may contain its own type of insight, but it didn’t actually explain anything.
For two years I endured the anticipation of seeing Cornwall until finally breaking the seal last weekend. From the moment our taxi approached the village of Helland’s single-lane, stone viaduct with the sign marked “Weak Bridge”…yet rolled right over it with a mumble of “It was built for carriages, you see”, I had a little smile on my face like a kid who’s spied a present wrapped and waiting on a hidden shelf. Continue Reading