It was sunny on Monday so I took the children swimming in Mousehole harbour. It was almost empty but a woman sanding a boat on the quayside scowled at me. She couldn’t hear the children’s Cornish accents, which might tell her that I live here.
There have been tensions for years between native Cornish and the incomers who buy houses and drape them with nautical-themed junk.
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