Seraphic. [Si-Raf-Ik]. Adj. blissfully serene; rapt

Arriving in St. Ives was a breath of fresh air, figuratively as well as literally. This isn’t going to be a post about politics, but suffice to say that it’s been an ugly two months in the UK. So as the train pulled around Carbis Bay and we looked out at its golden sand and turquoise water, it was a welcome reminder of the more endearing side of this country.

Anyway, here are a few thoughts on St. Ives.

1. The adorable cottages

I have always been a big fan of Cornish cottages; one of my life goals is to own one. Ideally it will have a brightly coloured door, a cute name and a picket fence. And a library. And a cellar. And a picnic bench. And so on.

I didn’t see any picket fences in St. Ives, but there were plenty of adorable cottages anyhow. We actually stayed in one. It was…adorable.

2. The beaches

British sunbathing is the sort that involves minimal sun, and after 30 or 40 determined minutes, a jumper. Nonetheless, we enjoyed a session on the beach one afternoon… before retreating to a beachside bar for a large glass of wine. You can’t fault us for trying.

Also, the walks are pretty wonderful. We took the short (35min?) coastal path between St. Ives and Carbis bay. It was great. There were many more options.

Guys, the colour of that water. Seriously. (And it seems to change throughout the day.)

3. The food

I had no idea that St. Ives was so well known for it’s food scene. “So much food, so little time”, read the visitors book in our cottage. Indeed. Below are three food spots that I particularly enjoyed. There are so many more that I’d like to have visited, had time permitted.

  • The Kitchen Table … says that it offers “food for foodies”. We found it both creative and wholesome.
  • Back Street Bistro … goes the extra mile. Super friendly, really delicious food and a well-priced wine list. High ceilings and lots of art. Pretty cool.
  • Balancing Eel … does proper chips. I’m told that the fish was good too. Upstairs is ‘classic’ fish and chippy (think time machine). You can take your own booze in the evening. We eat during the day on a bench next to the harbour. Proper Cornwall.

4. The art

Artists on coastal paths sketching the ocean, Michael Jackson blaring from a little beatbox. Painters with open workshops, and a small dog tied outside watching tourists going in and coming out. The Barbara Hepworth sculpture garden. It’s quite an art hub.

Cornwall, once again you were refreshing.

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