St Ives A Town On Canvas
ne of my favourite places arrive as early as possible in
in England sits in the far the day. A good alternative is to
south-westerly reaches of park in Lelant and catch the
the country, amongst the myths train. It runs at half-hour
and legends of Cornish past. St regular intervals during high
Ives is a beautiful little season and is reasonably priced.
harbour town, largely unspoilt by The short ten-minute journey
commercialisation. Resting at the takes the coastal route, part of
northern tip of the A3074 (off which feels like you are directly
the A30) in western Cornwall, St over the water. The journey is
Ives is not easily accessible for worth taking for the view alone,
the majority of the country but a magnificent vista taking in the
is well worth the effort. whole of St Ives Bay, from the
town itself, stretching all the
A vast myriad of narrow paths and way to Godrevy Point. However,
cobbled streets remind of days some of the younger travellers
gone by and offer great contrast can get somewhat restless.
to modern day town planning. Most
of St Ives is old-school, a "SIT DOWN!" orders an irate
throwback to bygone days of mother whose children scurry
uncomplicated living. Artists about a crowded carriage. The
seem to be on every corner, smell of suncream exudes around a
benefiting from the excellent noisy carriage as day-trippers
natural light as the fresh gather their buckets and spades
Atlantic winds blow pollution ready for disembarking.
from the air.
The station is at the top of the
Car parking is at a premium in St high street, approximately five
Ives during the holiday seasons to ten minutes walk downhill to
and therefore it's advisable to the harbour front. The narrow
streets can get extremely intricate work; sometimes you can
congested as pedestrians and see them working on their next
vehicles fight for the same masterpiece.
space. Shoppers are frequently
forced to move aside for passing As the road winds downhill to the
traffic. shore, the harbour suddenly opens
up in front of you. The smell of
The tight, cobbled streets are the salty sea breeze hits you in
home to some enticing shops, the face; cries of the seagulls
relatively free of the typical echo about the quay. The local
seaside souvenir rubbish. Art ice-cream tastes delicious,
galleries are everywhere, many though beware the seagulls. My
displaying local work of St Ives young son once had his rudely
and the beautiful surrounding stolen from his grasp and
coastline. Tiny little shops devoured by a hungry bird!
display local craftsmen's
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