A Cornish Weekend Away
When you go on a trip and 1/3 of your time is spent travelling there and back, you hope it’s going to be worth it. Luckily, St Ives, situated right down in the most southerly point of England WAS. With its charming little houses stacked around the bay, two lighthouses and almost as many bakeries as there are dogs on the beach, it’s something out of a children’s book.
I was there on a ‘very important mission’; capturing photos of children playing around the harbour for the childrenswear brand I work for. Although most of my time on these two days were spent boomeranging them kicking buoys about, I managed to catch a little glimpse of life in the famous seaside town. I grabbed a savoury crepe at The Surf Shack which looks out to sea as recommended by Betty Magazine and ticked off purchasing baked goods from the St Ives Bakery (note to self: buy cream and jam for tomorrow’s desk-based scone break).
Sadly the Tate isn’t open at this time of year (not that there’s a shortage of tourists and January, you were VERY good to us with your weather) but the Barbara Hepworth sculpture museum makes up for it by welcoming you in. (Though I wasn’t one of them but next time)!
Talking of visitors, I never thought I’d hear myself say this but being marched out of a hotel at 8am was actually brilliant. Sunrise over muesli and lack of humans and domesticated animals out to photobomb your Instagram snap of the colourful Porthgwidden beach doors is bliss. A windy cliff walk does wonders for the step count and your cardio-vascular system. Take that, London.
Right, now who’s ready to take the 7hr journey?