So, France is for the future, but for now, roots must be planted in Cornwall, which is almost as different.
Let me count the ways…
- They have their own language, used on street signs and buses only.
- Possessors of Scottish accents are exotic. And no, I don’t know Andy Murray.
- It‘s inappropriate to be offended by otherwise patronising endearments. Everybody is everybody else’s ‘andsome, sweetheart and lover.
- To someone who could drive through six county boundaries in an hour back home, it seems vast, and self-contained. Many natives see no reason to leave.
- The beaches are magnificent and, at the right time of year, secluded.
- Sunsets can be breathtaking.
- The delightfully alliterative obsessions are pasties and Poldark. Both must be indulged in.
Disclaimer: Given that residency is granted only after seven generations, these first impressions may not be accurate.