I love St Ives. It is such a pretty little harbour-side town with three fabulous sandy beaches and exquisite turquoise water. Unfortunately I am not the only one to love it and most months of the year it is virtually impossible to move along the narrow winding streets – and forget about parking your car in town – by far the best way to enter is on the little train that runs on the branch line from St Erth or Lelant Saltings where you can ‘park and ride’. If the car park isn’t full.
But St Ives is our closest town, a mere 3 miles away, and also where our GP surgery is located. Not that we make a habit of visiting the GP, but sometimes needs must. Which is why I found myself wandering around the harbour on a cold January morning whilst the OH underwent some tests.
And how I found myself photographing boats on the quayside.
Finished with a hot breakfast of sauteed mushrooms, poached eggs, granary toast and a flat white coffee. And no queues!
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