The Cornish Ideal or is it Idea?

Ah….some beautiful views and sunny weather ,hearty food made with good local ingredients and sandy beaches,long walks and all sorts of scenery and fauna to make your heart sing.A great holiday you would think?

Reality is it certainly is not perfect.

Nearly had my dogs paws lacerated by glass outside the Penzance Lido wall, couldn’t believe how close we were to having what would have been a disaster for us and our dog.It was clear glass too.

I screamed at my partner  to come to a  halt just in time.Someone had obviously swept the glass  into the side.

Dogs sniff and follow other dogs smells against  walls,so shame when the breakage happened ,someone didn’t make the effort to   clear it up and not just leave it.

Then the likelihood,it was someone on alcohol or drugs that had left it there. And there’s the rub, alcohol and drugs, they are wreaking havoc on our society and it’s the young and disenfranchised that turn to them, because their life just isn’t giving them what they need.Perhaps it never will?

Another incident, a young man,high on alcohol and marijuana launched himself across the road out of a beer garden and nearly poked my partner in the eye with the reefer he was holding in his hand.

“Sorry Man” as he turned around and proceeded shouting at his friends on an outside table,that he was going to the Watering Hole for the music and he would see them up there.

It was then his girlfriend appeared and bumped into me, but she was annoyed and just kept going to follow her errant boyfriend.

Finally, a campervan in the Car Park at Perranporth as we returned to our car was all set up , with two girls in it.

I was greeted by a big smiley face and a hello from one of the girls, she was pretty high and I smiled and said hello. I thought that’s not the normal grouchy look you get from people in a  car park who are upset because you got the last spot in the shade. Still it was very pleasant and she seemed nice.

I proviso my thought though with the fact that she was probably dealing drugs and she thought I was walking towards her to make a purchase,not just return to my car.She circled around for a while and then got back into the Campervan and sat totally out of it with the other girl, heaven knows who was driving.

And there’s the rub, here I am loving the fresh air, the sea,the sand and all the weather and scenery has to offer.Meanwhile these young people’s lives are being defined by bad choices and misguided values which lead them to think that to be “out of life” is far more exciting to be “in life”.

I hope the light one day will come through.

My dog

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  1. A Cornish postcard with a cracked lens, it seems. 😭
    What should’ve been a soothing tale of sea breeze and cream teas turned into a dodging-glass-and-reefer Olympics.
    Your honest account is sharp, sobering, and needed. Beauty and broken glass often share the same path. May the light you wish for find them… and quickly.
    Philo

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