Arrival at Penzance terminal. That's my train on the left; the big stone plaque is both attractive and possibly in place to prevent any trains whose brakes have died. Maybe not.

I asked my friend Richard later on what he thought the sign said. He read: "Penzance welcomes you." I had a few seconds there where I thought he was reading the Cornish at the bottom and began, "Gee, you know --" and then I got it. Can't put anything over me.

The language has origins in Celtic, and is closest to Breton or Welsh, according to this site. One shop I visited had several locally-produced books and pamphlets about how to speak it; the young woman behind the counter said she'd learned the little she knew from her grandmother. It seems its going through a bit of resurgence, and you can take it in the schools now, but as she noted, it's an indulgence -- other than Cornwall, and only in small pockets there, can anyone even speak it back.