Clotted cream

Trust the English – or should we say Celts in this case – to look a gift-horse in the mouth and demand that it should be put down. To listen to some of the protest groups agitating at the success of Cornwall's Eden Project in drawing visitors, you would think the attraction had already made a desert of the county even before it adds a new dry tropics dome.

Trust the English – or should we say Celts in this case – to look a gift-horse in the mouth and demand that it should be put down. To listen to some of the protest groups agitating at the success of Cornwall's Eden Project in drawing visitors, you would think the attraction had already made a desert of the county even before it adds a new dry tropics dome.

What it has done, of course, is to attract far more visitors than anyone had predicted – two million as against an expected 750,000 to be precise. Which means more cars crowding the roads, more drinkers squeezing into the bars and more hungry mouths wanting to be fed locally. What horror! Think of the jobs, think of the income, think of the fame. Not in Cornwall you don't, not in the part of the country where the cream is clotted and tourists are called "grockles".