The spirit of the gift in 1903 has been destroyed and crushed. All that survives is the little stone toilet - it has always been my suspicion that that was designed by Oliver Caldwell. The Pavilion has been almost destroyed. It is a total disgrace as to what has happened on this site.
The more I see of Penzance, ignoring just how much I care about its history and heritage, the more I am reminded of Kurt Vonnegut s Cat s Cradle , where he takes his son forth to the top of the hill, and sweeps with his hands over the decaying stench ridden rotting pile of the island community, saying, one day my son, all this will be yours .
I come from a time when a stitch in time meant something, as it was necessary; and invariably if left the result was one of loss. I lived for forty years in a surrounding attack from not just wet rot and ensuing dry rot, the rot in bureaucracy is a much greater assailant.
I think my grandmother said something along the lines of a stitch in time might just have prevented much make do and mend Mind you, my granny was old, and came from a mining family - what would she have known?
That was in the day of real intelligence - it came from necessity and not from some idiots guide written in new-speak by someone who has never had to do a real job in his pathetic excuse for a life. My grandfather from the Isles of Scilly and my granny from Penzance had more stamina, intelligence, wisdom, sense in their fibre than all the idiots that strut the halls of bureaucracy rattled together, and I am sure that you can say much the same.
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