Peter Vivian Barraclough In Cornwall

I have a poster on my wall which says that Felix J C Pole is the General Manager of the South Western Line of the Great Western Railway. Actually - he was - back in the 1920's. He wrote some interesting books on train travel in Devon and Cornwall too.

I have tried very carefully to look beyond the tourist modality of South West Cornwall , the Penwith area really more than the heartlands. What else is there in Cornwall besides tourists, painters, shipwrecks, Poldark, Jamaica Inn and the like?
What is behind the seashore and away from the moors and crumbling ruined outposts above Zennor? Does Truro have the answer or even Penzance? Where are the areas of zilch tourists?

PVB took his wife and kids on cottage holidays to Cornwall back in the 1980's and the place obviously resonated on many levels and called them back like a rip tide.

Here's the question:-

 Is PVB in Cornwall? has the mark his physical presence made on the sands of time been enough to hold his essence there?

Well it is a difficult one. PVB sits at his glass coffee table at his house on Fyfe Grove which floats on the ether like many places of times past. Everything is just 'so' in his house, the furnishings ready, neat and clean, but he feels loneliness. The house is just as it was in 1980, or thereabouts.

So - is PVB in Cornwall or not? Is his ghost house perched firmly on the Lizard Peninsula? Is he in a cave on the radioactive beach at Carbis Bay? Does he sit on the Lion Rock at noon?

No - he holds out a bunch of red flowers which are placed by a bowl of fruit and a banana. He picks up a key and shows a weather vane that looks like a fisherman - it is dark like black wrought iron.

He says 'I haven't been very well" his cheeks are a little red -flushed - he is looking up - over the top of his glasses - his eyes are very blue - like the sea and his hair is very black. He says 'It's hot here'. He is wearing a pale blue shirt under a dark blue sweater. He looks like he is sitting against a red or burgundy velvet seat - like a pub seat. He is holding out a black box -  there is something in this box,  it is like a deeds box - there is more, something else, in the box.