Today's a Saturday in May: the weather's mixed and interesting, but it's now traditional to close such conversations with a nod towards global warming. Read the other day that French vineyards are buying up land in southern England. Told that to somebody, and they came up with news of the fields newly planted with vines just a village away.
Let's just go with painting our not-1,000 words today, shall we? The picture with the painting responsibilities, below, shows the sea-level business end of Penryn - offices and shops fronting onto the water: there's a copy-writing agency in there, various web designers, yoga, alternative therapy, a bicycle shop, cafe, nursery, scuba-diving supplies and training, outdoor store - and a boat yard. Up at the top of the hill that is Penryn, by the double roundabout, there's the university campus and the innovation centre; they're twinned with other places and very designed - lots of open plan, glass and state-of-the-art technology. Those euro-billions granted for education and development haven't been wasted. Today's a Saturday in May: the weather's mixed and interesting, but it's now traditional to close such conversations with a nod towards global warming. Read the other day that French vineyards are buying up land in southern England. Told that to somebody, and they came up with news of the fields newly planted with vines just a village away.
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