Well my drive into the beautiful Cornish fishing village of St Ives deserved the hand full of clotted cream shortbread and buckets of good Yorkshire tea that were consumed after I survived the drive through a village that was never supposed to have cars. OMG what a gorgeous place but OMG the drive in. I arrived into St Ives after a leisurely drive through Cornwall. The GPS took me into the centre of the most gorgeous fishing village that I have ever seen; down tiny cobblestone streets where I was hitting the sides of stone cottages as I was attempting to avoid people wandering up the street – talk about valium inducing road navigation. I couldn’t find Hicks Court where my cottage awaited on the map. Look at the stone arch below where my cottage hides and you might get a feeling for the reason why. I eventually found a carpark and parked the car – I had to sit for 45 minutes on the side of the road waiting for a car to leave the carpark but the view across the Cornish Coast was magnificent. I had to turn on my phone and use GPS to try and find where on earth I was meant to be – still no signal for my cottage but found a street quite close. Imagine sloping streets, brick paving and stone cottages crowded together and you start to get the idea. Well my house is on Hicks Court but I sort of envisaged a real Court not the tiniest little entrance with five cottages crowded in the tiniest area possible.
A short walk to fish and chips consumed on the beach, more buckets of tea and to bed dreaming of pirates, treasure and dented cars scraped against the unforgiving stone of seaside Cornwall.
Sleeping under the stars 