“That would break the power, spoil the charm,′ Uncle George would say. So folks gave him fee and straw for his goats, vegetables from their gardens, or sometimes a quilt or some clothes they had made.”
“And every year, folk come from all over Cornwall at Christmas time, to see Mousehole lit up with a thousand lights, shining their message of hope and a safe haven to all those who pass in peril of the sea.”
“The truth is, the folks’ fancy that such and such things cannot be, simply because they have not seen them, is worth no more than a savage’s fancy that there cannot be such a thing as a locomotive, because he never saw one running wild in the forest. Wise men know that their business is to examine what is, and not to settle what is not.”
“Strolling’s”, he paused, looking for the right word, ‘like free. Yes, man, freedom’s what it’s all about. I been going now for years. My folks don’t mind. One less mouth, my Dad always says.”