Cornish Cheese

The 10th Cornish Bluegrass Festival was my first, and boy was it a totally unique experience.

Forget everything you think you know about festivals; the mud, the camping, the rain pouring down during a gig. We stayed in a caravan, on the beautiful Hendra Holiday Park in Newquay and both stages were in doors, sheltered from weather that can only be described as wintry.

The atmosphere was amazing, with even the headliners of the weekend joining the supportive crowd before and after their set.

The air in the bar radiated the local ale's and as the drink started (and never stopped) flowing, so did conversation with some of the top Bluegrass performers in the world.

During all the festivities, I got to thinking about the drunken cheesy conversing between a couple. Why does it suddenly become so okay to drown the other in confessions of love and trust and that gooey/fuzzy/fluffy feeling you get deep down whenever you see them? 

Why is it suddenly not okay whenever you are sober?

What is the deal with cheese?

Quoting Shakespeare, looking deep into the eyes of a lover, meaning every single word. The thought makes me cringe. The thought makes everyone cringe; but do we secretly crave it? And how cheesy is too cheesy?

Taking example from idol and fictional character Carrie Bradshaw in the final series of Sex and the City, is romance really considered a bad thing in the 21st century? Or do we all want to be whisked off our feet by a poem-reading, dress buying, french speaking Russian artist? 

It seems people have a love/hate relationship with the cheese. When it's with you're lover, it's suddenly acceptable; but from a pessimistic singletons point of view, it's just people bragging about their false happiness in their stupid relationship with a man who will obviously run off in the night. Ahem... We've all been there. 

So at the Cornish festival, talking cheese with my cheesy boyfriend, starting to feel the effects of the rum and Pepsi's and the odd swig of straight whisky, I thought to myself.... this aint so bad. 

... Just don't let anyone else know I've gone soft. 

Peace Out ♥