St Just in Penwith or in Roseland?
Penwith. The one that disappears when the fog rolls in off the Atlantic.
My memories of it are probably seen through rose-tinted glasses. I remember snuggling in front of a cozy woodburner in our sweet, little cottage and riding around the lanes on a warm, summer's day, surrounded by green fields and hedgerows. I forget about the times when the tiny cottage felt like a prison because it was too windy/wet/foggy (or windy, wet AND foggy) to get out on the bike. (I can actually recall one day when I had to give up on a run when I jogged out from the cover of the houses and was blown over!)
What I miss most is the people. The community is the most welcoming, open-minded and supportive I've ever come across.