In my youth I spent quite a lot of time around Falmouth and Zenor. The only time that I have seen a Cornish tartan was a few weeks ago at the High School graduation at Fort William. Mainly yellow and black as I recall and was worn by one of the school staff.
" Rules are for the guidance of wise men and the adherence of idle minds and minor tyrants". Field Marshal Lord Slim.
The Cornish Hunting is a nice green and I'm longing, longing, longing...
The tartan shown in your link above is not like the one I saw a few weeks ago. Yes yellow and black for sure, but there was a vertical and horizontal white line crossing on the black, just like the Cornish flag.
" Rules are for the guidance of wise men and the adherence of idle minds and minor tyrants". Field Marshal Lord Slim.
Some pictures of Cornwall and the coast. It's astonishingly beautiful... when it's not pouring down.
Havin' a swim in the Atlantic. A first for my daughter. (how's that for in depth reporting?)
Back to the digs after a smashin' day at the beach.
Lands End.
The famous signpost.
Taking the evening air and walking a bit of the South West Coast Path.
Heilan coos. Reared everywhere in Britain now.
Cider apples... (nice cider down there too...)
Cornish pastie and a Cornish cream tea... another cliché, tasty though.
Just a few snaps from a trip we did last year. If you get the chance to visit, you'll not be disappointed.
(Weather permitting. It did rain alot when we were there.)
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When I was small in Devon, we regularly had cream teas with clotted cream. I always put the cream on first - as it was the equivalent of the butter - but I know there is a theory that the jam goes on first, as in English Bloke's photo.
My granny always called the buns "Chudleighs". In Cornwall I believe they were called "splits".
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