When I was younger I used to moan about living in a county that was so far away from what I considered the nearest hive of trendy culture. Cornwall (the pointy bit hanging off the end of England) was not only the butt of numerous local yokel accent jokes but was also considered to be the epitome of a cultural desert.
It is not until we have visitors (Debi and co, among others) that I begin to wonder what they make of the very individual local culcher that lies between the public face of pasties and clotted cream (local delicacies laden with lard and fat).
Better known for our sleepy villages and dramatic coastline (HERE) , Cornball is also known for the high percentage of artists who migrate here to soak in the clear light and churn out numerous paintings of boats in picturesque harbours. But up-to-the-minute, cutting edge culture - err, maybe not....
We have theatres (if you don't mind sitting out in the weather on the edge of a very dodgy cliff).
and the Tate St Ives is, yes, you guessed, overlooking white sand and sea...
As Debi found out (heh heh - when she was 'funked up' for the night), local bands (HERE) have a huge, age defying following.
Living in a far flung part of the kingdom may have its disadvantages but I don't think we can be accused of not making up the bits that we lack. We may not be trendy but we are enthusiastic!