Cornwall Life columnist Simon Tregoning scales down his 'Hissy Fits'
PUBLISHED: 11:57 13 February 2013 | UPDATED: 22:12 26 February 2013
For someone who loves travelling, I am really not a very good traveller. By definition, going somewhere new means you will not know your way around, all too often I find myself getting annoyed...
Scaling down my Hissy Fits
Our columnist Simon Tregoning, MD of Classic Cottages, seeks understanding for travellers this month
For someone who loves travelling, I am really not a very good traveller. By definition, going somewhere new means you will not know your way around, but the conflicting mixture of my natural inquisitiveness together with an unhealthy dose of control freakery means, too often, I find myself in places I do not know and getting annoyed.
My understanding family have made something of a sport out of this. These displays of geographical frustration are usually instigated by a navigational error and are sympathetically called Hissy Fits. They are scored by number per day and on a scale of one to ten per incident. So you could get to 15 for the day by having one moderate outburst scoring five and then a full blown toys-out-of-pram, ten out of ten, or three sulks of five each.
Every year we welcome four million visitors to Cornwall and, although they cannot possibly be as unfortunately afflicted as me, many will have a level discomfort about being in a new place and not knowing their way around.
I know how frustrating it can be to be stuck behind a poor, confused soul in mid-August slowing down at every junction but, while we have our county pretty much to ourselves, perhaps now is a good time to reflect on how lucky we are to live here and know our way around.
We know where to walk under the trees on the rainy days, where to shelter from the wind, where the sun will be in the morning and the afternoon and which beaches to hit at any state of the tide.
We know the back cuts through the lanes, where to get the best sausages and where to eat whether it is a midweek treat or a special occasion.
To be able to experience all that our homeland has to offer without the danger of getting into double figures on the Hissy Fit Scale is a real privilege.
So, as our visitors start to flow over the Tamar this year, perhaps we should be kind to them and go out of our way to share some of our local wisdom.
And I would like to think that, in return, the next time I drive our camper van against the one way system in a Breton village, I am gently guided by a kindly local, rather than learning yet another continental driving gesture.