Kernow Nadelik

On to Cornish Christmas. This again was pleasantly surprising, especially as when attending any of these events it is best not to get too hung up on the historical accuracy. We got there and finally after finding a place to park we walked into the town centre which had been closed to traffic and had stalls of food and crafts and other trinkets. There were also kids and adults playing musical instruments (including the well known Celtic instrument the didgeridoo), as well as some carol singers (pictured). It was a nice evening and Emma certainly enjoyed it. We met Santa again and had to explain to Emma how he was in Grass Valley when she had seen him last weekend in the shopping centre near our house.

We feasted on “pasties”. They were nice and the closest I have seen to ones from the UK, but on the menu they were spelt pastie, which sent shivers down my spine. Apparently a pasty in the US is a tassle that a stripper wears on her nipples, so they have changed the spelling to avoid confusion! They were a bit on the small side too, not like the huge ones I used to get in Mevagissey.

The most realistic part of the whole event were the youths that hung out on the street corner pushing each other and shouting and running about, it brought back ever Christmas Eve I have ever seen in sunny Saltash. Except this being America there were actually police there and no one was drinking underage. Lightweights.