Lanivet

Lanivet spent centuries watching everyone else's holiday traffic grind through it on the way to Land's End, and then the bypass took even that away. What is left is a village strung along a valley near Bodmin, mostly bungalows and post-war semis with granite crosses in every other hedge, where the Saints' Way passes through at roughly its halfway point and so does everyone else. Thomas Hardy turned up here in 1872 to meet his future wife's parents and wrote a poem about the place that is essentially about a bad feeling he had near a crossroads, which tells you something about the local knack for making an impression. Nobody comes to Lanivet for Lanivet, which is precisely why the people who live there are quite happy about it.