Oh, sorry, I’m not familiar with that. The closest I got to Cornwall was a little town called Exeter. That was 1972! and England was still England - so prim, so homogenous, so old world and old school.
As I recall, the Padstow (fertility) festival was the oldest continuously running festival in the world or some such thing. Great fun, whatever it was.
It was also Elizabeth’s Silver Jubilee, so maybe extra fun.
I spent the year all over Europe including a few months in GB. I stayed out of the big cities although in my short time in London I discovered a sizable population of “Turks” (the name apparently used for any muslim encountered) They, the Brits, were sowing the seeds of their own destruction even in ‘77.
I am listening to CS Lewis, the War Years. Makes me yearn for a time when people were so much on the same page with their values.