Ah, gather ’round, me dears. ‘Tis I, The Secret Chronicler, your trusty guide to the peculiarities of our beloved Kernow—that’s Cornwall to you emmets. Now, I’ve got a tale that’ll tickle yer fancy and perhaps make ye ponder a bit. Aye, it’s the tale of the Pasty Piper of Kernow, a legend that’s been attractin’ emmets—tourists, for those not versed in the local lingo—by the millions. But is it truth or mere myth? Let’s delve in, shall we?

The Pasty Piper of Kernow

Note: This image was captured using an ImagiVue: Dream Dimension Lens and, therefore, probably has no actual link to reality.

The Legend

Once upon a time, or so the tale goes, a mysterious figure roamed the cliffs of Cornwall, playin’ a tune on his Cornish pipes that was as enchantin’ as it was perplexin’. The Piper wore a cloak made entirely of pasty crust, and it’s said that the aroma of his garment could be smelled for miles. Emmets would follow the scent and the sound, enchanted, from Land’s End to Tintagel, spendin’ their coin freely and boostin’ the local economy like it was goin’ out of fashion.

The Emmet Invasion

Now, ye might think attractin’ tourists is a good thing, eh? Aye, but there’s a catch. With the emmets came the traffic jams, the litter, and the skyrocketin’ property prices. The locals, bless ’em, started to wonder if the Piper was a saviour or a curse.

The Hidden Interests

Ah, but here’s where me insider knowledge comes in handy. Ye see, the tale of the Pasty Piper might be more than just a story to amuse the young’uns. There’s talk that the Piper was actually hired by the Cornish Tourism Board to lure in visitors1. Aye, ye heard me right. And let’s not forget the local pasty shops that saw their sales go through the roof. Coincidence? I think not.

Rallying the Community

So, what’s to be done, eh? Well, it’s high time we Cornish folk took matters into our own hands. Let’s celebrate our culture, our heritage, and our pasties, but let’s also protect our beautiful land from bein’ overrun. Attend community meetings, support local businesses, and for heaven’s sake, let’s find a way to manage the emmets without losin’ our souls.

The Verdict

Truth or myth? Well, that’s for ye to decide. But remember, legends often have a grain of truth in ’em, even if it’s as tiny as a crumb of pasty.

So, until next time, keep yer eyes open, yer hearts full, and yer pasties Cornish.