The Cornish tend to use the term "emmets" (which means ants, cos there's 1000s of 'em and they ruin your picnic) rather than grockels. Agree that Pentire Steps is worth the walk
Yep you're right emmets would be the correct term, I'm engaged to a Plymouth maid, not brave enough to crack out the Kernow
My Dad's family are from Cornwall, although he grew up in Plymouth not realising it and always thought he was a Devon boy. He was quite upset when we started researching the family tree and he found out that he was Cornish
Just found a guy on facebook who i was best mates with for about 3 months, back in '05. We met on our travels and basically carved out a really crazy life for ourselves in Vietnam and went through a lot of crazy **** together. He went totally off the grid afterwards and I never heard from him again. He's not using fb now exactly (last post was in '16) but seeing his face again 15 years on got me kind of teary. Really weird new emotion. Some of you older folks, you must have had some real 'blast from the past' moments on facebook. Isn't it a head f*ck seeing someone after 30-40 years??
Just before I closed my FB account, up popped my divorced other half from NZ. I'm almost 100& sure she didn't want contact, but FB found a connection. That felt very odd. I was very torn between contacting her and not, but clearly she has a new life back in NZ, and I wouldn't want to disturb it. We had some of the happiest times of our lives, but it's another chapter. Maybe one day.
The girl I dated in uni for 2 years and who I know to this day was 'the one'. She vanished for 10 years then when i found her again on FB was married with a baby. Still haunts me how i broke up with her and its a constant regret. Just too young and stupid. Anyway, Saints! Yay
I'm sorry to read that. I have a cousin who is haunted by missed opportunities. He's just never had the self confidence to commit to anyone. He even walked out on a relationship once when living with someone who was very much in love with him. He tells me it stems from a comment his mother came out with when he was a young boy and it scarred him for life. Parents need to be careful what they say to their young impressionable children.
Yep. When I first moved to Northampton about 16 years ago, I had a strange week. One day I went out for a walk with the wife and kids and a car drove passed. Something inside of me (and the number plate, although I had no idea he had a personalised plate) told me I knew the chap even bough I hadn’t seen the driver properly. I told the wife that I thought I went to college with that bloke back in Hampshire. She laughed. A few phone calls later, I tracked him down and he lived 200 yards from me. I hadn’t seen him for 18 years. Later that same week, I was out for a run. I turned a corner to run up a hill as a bloke ran by the other way. I went in 10m before turning round and shouting out “oi- Birchie”... the bloke stopped, turned back and looked at me, and called my name back. We’d played football together when I was 18 and I hadn’t seen him for nearly 20 years. Spooky.
I believe Susan is finding succour** in Saints. I wrote this reply purely so that I could write succour, as I know you like 'words'. And don't tell me you don't like that one.
There's a scene in one of the Men in Black films [of all the unlikely places to find profundity], I think it's the original one, where Will Smith's character discovers that Timothy Lee Jones' character has a lost love deep in his past, which he is extremely reluctant to refer to, and which scars him to the present time. And Will Smith says, 'hey, you know what they say, it's better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all'. And Timothy Lee Jones looks at him right between the eyes and says, 'Try it.' And everyone who has lost someone they loved very much can identify with that. So it's dead easy, and, yes, good advice admittedly, to say to someone not to dwell on the past, but it's a different thing when it happens to you. Oh, and it is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.
Talk about proselytising one of the greatest works of literature! The quote is actually from “In Memoriam” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
But there's a difference to remembering someone fondly, and living each day with regret. One option seems rather unhealthy.
Indeed, I fear that St. Ives Porthmeor Beach is only deserted about... I'm not kidding, that is Porthmeor Beach at 23.26. Here's the link if you want to check tomorrow: https://www.skylinewebcams.com/en/webcam/united-kingdom/england/st-ives/porthmeor-beach.html
