THIS is my tale of an average day's walk from Penryn to Falmouth. I close my front door and look down my street, because, despite it being one way, motor bikes travel up the street the wrong way, and some cars reverse all the way up to save driving around. Why are the CCTV cameras at the top of the street not picking up these traffic offences? I walk past the recently added graffiti (well, there six weeks now) on the corner and in to Lower Market Street past the derelict bus shelter.

On the walk in to Falmouth, I see at lease five or six car drivers on mobile phones whilst driving (usually luxury cars or contractors vans!). I walk on past yet another bus shelter daubed in graffiti and the Welcome to Falmouth sign. The graffiti has been on that for at least a month. Outside a major car sales outlet there are luxury cars parked on the pavement forcing me to walk on the cycle path. Once back on the pavement I have to watch out for cyclists on the pavement! This happens all the way into Falmouth along North Parade and Greenbank.

Now I have safely reached the old High Street, which, usually, is littered with vehicles displaying unofficial parking signs. Cars pass me almost knocking my elbow with their wing mirrors due to having to mount the pavement to avoid the illegally parked vehicles. This is only a forerunner to the obstacles you have to surmount walking through Falmouth main street. All well documented and generally ignored by Carrick (roll on their abolition). Most towns in this situation are pedestrianised, but of course the shopkeepers rule this area, don't they?

Phew! I am through town in one piece and at the other end. Didn't there used to be a big Maritime Museum here? I can't see it now for the major redevelopment, which should have included a cinema! Anyway that's a typical day in the life of a pedestrian in this area now, and I leave it to others to judge whether life in Liberal Democrat land is an improvement, or otherwise, compared to other parts of the country.

"Leave then," I hear you say. Well I am thankfully going to a country not obsessed with celebrity and royalty, and where the ordinary working man can afford housing (until the Brits take over). Where is this country? Not so far away, but that would be telling.

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