On our little island, its not unusual to find all four seasons in one day, but on our one full day in St. Ives, the British summertime did us proud.
We had hoped for a boat trip out to see Seal Island, but whether because of the low tide or just because they were all booked up maybe, the boat trip sellers were all absent from their little advertising boards so we headed for the shopping streets.
The narrow cobbled streets Hubby had negotiated with the car the day before became my playground as I steered him in and out of the shops with their beautiful window displays. The higher price of the B&B was reflected in the quality of the gifts and crafts on offer.
My eyes were particularly drawn to the beautiful displays of both pottery and glass-fusion, two crafts I would love to have a go at in the future but am still in awe of the talent, and the amount of practice I will need to be anywhere near as good as the art on show.
I also enjoyed the talent of one artist, painting away in his little shop as we watched. His imagination used the cobbled harbour and surrounding streets and buildings to take us back to the time of huge sailing ships, the characters in his pictures telling us tales of times gone by. In one picture in particular, he pointed out the seven cats which have now settled into my muddled memories of St Ives.
Calories are guilt-free on holiday. Just as well because tucked away in the middle of the shops we found St. La’s Parish Church. They had turned their lawn into a little cafe with a beautiful view out towards the harbour. We didn’t partake at that time and planned to return later since I had already picked up a Lotus biscuit latte at one coffee establishment, and couldn’t resist the chance to try a custard and jam cruffin (a new delicacy … A cross between a croissant and a muffin)… Having completely forgotten the lotus cream cookie Hubby had purchased on my request and put into his pocket for me (out of sight, and completely forgotten about) which of course, just had to be eaten as well before it melted and soaked through his pocket.
We wandered the paths around the coast, taking in the many beaches on offer, enjoying the views of the coastline train and colourful beach huts of varying shapes and sizes.
We paused for a while at Bamaluz beach to watch a local baby seal playing with a couple of paddle boarders who were trying to negotiate the gentle waves.
And headed past the carpark and across Porthgwidden Beach to walk up to the top of an area called “The Island”. We stood next to St. Nicholas Chapel on top and I pointed the camera in all directions.
You can always count on an old church to have a good view.
We might not have got our boat trip from St. Ives out to see seal Island, but from our carpark on our last morning I watched for a while as the “Cormorants” dried themselves on the little island just out to sea. Whenever I see our cormorants on our very own Cormorant Island in the middle of Radipole Lake, I will be reminded of the lovely view from our carpark in St. Ives.
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