Have I mentioned before that I love names? Place names and people names, their origins and histories can have me glued to a book, or a web page for hours.A friend lives at Jolly's Bottom. I have often wondered who Jolly was, and why his bum became a very pretty farm. Skinner and his Bottom End are just a couple of miles up the road and it drives me mad that I can't find out why these Bottom's are where they are. Cornwall, probably like most counties, is soaked with odd names and many Cornish place names are all tied up with the original (extremely confusing) Cornish language.
I live near a hill called Carn Brea. Carn means 'rock' and Brea means 'pile' - imaginative lot those ancestors. The Cornish didn't appear to name places after their founders, or any significant local person as many English towns do. Marazion (an interesting seaside town) means 'Thursday market' and Zennor(wild and beautiful) means 'dwelling at the entrance to an isolated place' and we probably shouldn't ask about Prospididnick.
Other names that tickle my fancy are Shoppa, Joppa, Portwinkle, Perranuthnoe (try saying that when you're pissed) and Cripplesease. Names here are born in Celtic roots, bastardised and modernised leaving some weird and wonderful one house towns called Nowhere, Nine Maidens and the very peculiar Botusflemyng.
I suppose if I was going to choose a place to live it should be Crows an Wra (pronounced Crouse n' Raa) which simply means 'Witches Crossing'.