Cornwall - in Penzance

Pubs are for sharing a pint or two with your mates. No BBC, CNN, ESPN.  Many with no food as historically is done. Just a few hours to talk, laugh, share lives, news, fun. 

I met Eddie tonight in a Cornwall pub of locals. He has a Jack Russel named Boson he reports to me. The dog sits in one of the pub chairs checking out everyone as they walk by or sit. 

Eddie sat with me and talked about the Celtic differences in people compared to those Londoners. He shared the intimate, loving, personal stories of the dozen or so in this Cornwall pub. Elizabeth lost her husband last November and this is first night out with her daughter. She shared a smile with me. Everyone is looking for sunlight and love.  Eddie told me about the local tin mines located with tall rock towers for ventilation. Tin from Asia destroyed tin mining here. Long lines to the sky represents the part of life maintained by the towered cathedrals of fresh air and oxygen. 

Bernard Leach pottery workshop is here and nearby, Bernard was a local and now a new generation of Leach family ceramists and world interns create museum-hopeful pieces. And a great ceramic China clay continues to extend miraculous veins of non stoppable clay from an ice age - a ground granite and a  show of white in open hills in area is the targeted dig for more Leach clay.  It continues to be mined and is used for china pottery.

I made up my mind I do not need to look any further for an easy authentic life.  I have entered a video of the locals in this pub tonight -  spontaneously singing folk songs, reading poetry - doesn't get any more real than this!! I feel I should give up chasing anything beyond what is real in front of me, finally tonight. I will give up and leave life's unending chases as all races lead and end up here - Cornwall.