Cash Machines are (almost) as rare as rocking horse shit
So rare in fact that I don't actually have a photograph to illustrate my point, so you can have one of the many non-ATM lined streets that I happened to stroll along:
Cornwall deal with their cream teas in a different way
Basically, it turns out that the only way I've known to take cream tea just happens to be the way the people in Devon do it. Doing it the Cornish way was a bit weird for me:
So much so that there's a crazy amount of succulents and other sub-tropical plants growing out here. I mean, seriously:
I'm probably going to say the name of the place wrong
Polzeath is pronounced Pol-zeth and not Pol-zeeth. Minack is Meh-nack. And don't even get me started on things like Mousehole (Maow-zuhl), &c., &c.
Quirkiness aside, I loved Cornwall to bits. And much like my trip to Devon last year, I think I've fallen very much in love with The Greater West.