Wild rocky coves. Crashing surf. Drunken public schoolboys. There is nothing quite like Cornwall in August.
And where better to base yourself than a place the drunken Etonians largely avoid: the pretty city of Truro, with its cathedral, the beautiful estuary of the River Fal, and on the site of the ruined Norman castle, its RIBA award-winning Crown Court? Continue reading “Judges can’t just make up the law: the Linford decree won’t last long”