The town is dead, it will die, we will all have to leave the area to survive, last one turns out the light ... Penzance, Newlyn and Mousehole have survived the throes of the death of industry and agriculture. I read in an account of the conditions in 1900 of the railway carrying our vegetable produce, flowers, potatoes, stone, vast quantities of fish, I read of serpentine fireplaces, tin smelting, ropemakers, granaries and steam mills, ship building, fizzy drinks, foundries, coach makers, basket makers. It has all gone, but despite the closed and static economy, people still live here. Now what we have to rely upon is largely that we live in an area with great history and beauty. It needs to be nurtured. We need to develop backbone. The lesson to be learned from our ancestors is that nothing is free, if it is important one has to simply get on with it and invest in solid work.
