The barbed wire there to dissuade burglars trying to get into shops further down, or the unambitious suicidal Cornish from certain ankle spraining. A library next door may explain the confused diagrams of penises. Its a small library and probably didn't have medical textbooks amongst the large print John Grisham and Jilly Cooper books. I shouldn't disparage any library, as its not size that counts... (The width of knowledge is important too).
Par is lovely in the summer, but like most of Cornwall its suicidally depressing in the winter. For Americans, Cornwall is like the deep South but replace Po' boy and Mtn Dew with Pasties and flat cider. (FYI the pasties must have turnip). Replace endless sunshine with a persistent drizzle.
I speak about Cornwall, but I mean Southern Cornwall, as we don't speak to the North Cornish, as they're a bunch of pallid devil worshippers.