Cornish Chronicles: St Ives
In 2012 and 2013, our autumn holidays were dictated by the touring schedule of Mr Leonard Cohen (Berlin and Dublin respectively). As he had the audacity to miss a year (well, he is 80) we had to make our own arrangements for 2014. We decided to go to Cornwall, the extreme south-west tip of England, which I, to my shame, had never visited, and which John had only visited as a young child. In fact, we spent a whole week exploring the extreme south-west of the extreme south-west, not straying far from the Penwith Peninsula, that crooked finger that juts out from St Ives (where we stayed) to Land’s End.
St Ives has a maze of narrow alleys and lanes, often with peculiar names, tumbling steeply down to its beautiful harbour and three sandy beaches. This does mean that wherever you are staying, there are a lot of hills to climb! Originally a pilchard harbour, these days it is more of an arts centre – although we were disappointed to find that Tate St Ives closed for two weeks for rehanging as soon as we arrived. We did manage to visit its roof-top café for coffee with a view, which compensated a bit. (Barbara Hepworth’s studio was open, but that will feature in a later post.) As you can see from the gallery below, despite being the end of September / beginning of October, the weather was glorious.
Our base in St Ives was The Nook, a comfortable guest-house with friendly staff and good breakfasts. The room was quite small (though with plenty drawer and wardrobe space), but that didn’t matter as we were out and about so much. Cornish Chronicles to be continued soon…..