Cornish are little beady eyed piskies left over from their grumpy Celt days with a chip on their shoulder (like Yorkshire natives) about outsiders moving in. (Lived in both places, family in Cornwall).
I like them though, they’re upfront and honest, so if they don’t like you, they’ll tell you. Take that as you will. They’re not big on etiquette and skirting round the niceties. None of that school gates mum clique nonsense, if there is, it’s not Cornish women, that’s the outsiders who’ve moved in. You get what you see with Cornish. It’s commendable.
Everyone non-local is either a relocated pagan or pretentious as heck because they sold their terrace in Hackney to easily afford live on a farm in Rock and eat at a celebrity chef restaurant on the harbourside.
Only the coastline is pretty. Inland is relatively flat and dull. Devon or Dorset is far prettier all round.
Penwith district is lonely and feels like the end of the world especially when you hear the foghorn.
Employment from tourism great, but otherwise poor.
Housing ridiculously expensive. Locals don’t stand a chance growing up there to afford to stay.