What’s going for it? Some places are synonymous with unhappy events. But as time passes, the notoriety usually fades. (Who now remembers the 19th-century Penge Murders? Exactly.) Boscastle has recovered from the devastating flash flood that poured into the valley – gosh, was it really 13 years ago? No doubt the night of 16 August 2004 is still scoured on the memories of locals, who have done a remarkable job of drying themselves off and reinventing the community as a kind of green hub. But in 100 years, perhaps Boscastle will be renowned again for its remarkable beauty and peace, its lovely little fishing port and harbour, its green hills sliced by cliffs into those classic Cornish coves that so delighted Thomas Hardy. Here for his day job as an architect, restoring St Juliot church in Lesnewth, one day the writer saw A Pair Of Blue Eyes belonging to the rector’s sister-in-law. Reader, he married her.
The case against The usual Cornish caveats: tourists, emmets (like you and me), unbalanced local economies, second homes, etc, etc.
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