Wednesday, 23 April 2014

Cornish state.

I was taken out to supper last night by very old friends. They had not seen pictures of the devastation in this village during the massive storms and were surprised at all the work to have been done to get the sea front ready for Easter.
We ate early . "Jamaica Inn "was calling. The story of the young girl involved with the wreckers and the wicked priest has enthralled many readers over the years and the books translation into a three part drama has provoked a great deal of local interest.
Complaints that the audience couldn't hear the first episode properly meant that by all accounts the BBC had worked on the next two to make it more intelligible.
Du Mauriers story is a grim one and bears no relationship to today's men and women who will be delighted this morning to have been recognised as a British minority!
The Cornish are a distinct racial group and the wild landscape filmed recently is still here. The moors and the coast , the cliffs and the coves are mostly untouched by modern life....it's beauty is related to its remoteness from the rest of the country....this little stony toe stretched out into the Atlantic can still be a place of storm , wind and devastation...as we can all bear witness to after the last winter.
I am not Cornish . But it is a privilege to live and work here and I am delighted that some recognition of its separateness , it's language and it's people has been made.
In practical terms  I am not sure what actual benefits will ensue...I suspect not many.....but our visitors keep us afloat financially , wrecking is a thing of the past, and the Cornish language thrives! There's a lot to be gratefull for this morning!

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