Where it really all began

Some of you may know that I was born in Penzance Cornwall fifty mumble mumble years ago. This morning I visited Penzance hospital and also the house and village that my dad grew up in called Pendeen. I remembered the address somehow and found the lovely stone terrace house nestled in the narrow lane just as I recalled it (from a visit at 10 yrs old). I chatted to a newer resident and she said many of the old traditional houses were being bought by "city folk" who can telework these days. I know nana would have been pleased that her old house is still the original stone and not painted bright blue or reclad like some of the neighbours. Apparantly the old ways of village life is disappearing as it is in many places as technology shrinks the distances.Читать далее