For those of you who have never been to Cornwall and/or don’t know much about it. Things can get a bit expensive down there, but is it a beautiful place to live or is it a beautiful place to…you get the drift.
If you find yourself in Kernow (That’s Cornish for Cornwall) and hear someone address you with the phonetics “Owroit moi luvurr” just smile and say hello back. It’s essentially what was being said to you in the first place.
Today was my first ever visit to the Gorsedh ceremony (born and bred in Cornwall, and still so many things I haven’t seen). It was a colourful occasion – held this year in Penryn on the site of the historic Glasney College – celebrating the Cornish culture, language and heritage.
There was traditional music and dancing as well as recognition of those, both in Cornwall and around the world, who had done their bit for Cornish culture and heritage. I was there deputising for Council Leader John Pollard who, along with Julian German and Bert Biscoe, had donned the blue robes by virtue of being a Cornish Bard.
For me it was a demonstration that nationalism doesn’t have to be of the BNP/EDL variety – instead it can be, as the Gorsedh is, a celebration of culture, heritage and inclusiveness.