In all honesty, I feel anything but lucky as I'm carrying trays of other people's half eaten lasagne and empty bottles of Cornish Cider across a busy cafe in my hot uniform - especially this summer, which has been a scorcher. This summer there have been frayed tempers as parents have struggled to control their overheating children, and ice creams have sold out unexpectedly quickly. I have to admit that at times like those, I don't feel lucky at all.
But, I have to stop and reflect (now that I'm at home for the day and hungry strangers aren't ringing bells to get my attention) that actually, I am lucky. Very lucky.
Cornwall is a fantastic, historic place with a real sense of its own identity. While most of my friends at school saw no opportunity here, and couldn't wait to get away, I am extremely lucky that my passion for history is able to be nurtured by my surroundings, every single day. This sense of history is of massive importance to Cornwall's culture, and the preservation of historic places and traditions is a huge part of everyday life here. I realise, as I sit here with my very own bottle of Cornish Cider, that I would dearly love to be able to use my career as tool to ensure the important lessons and messages of history continue to be shared within the communities from which they originated, and are preserved for future generations to enjoy.
