If you know me you’ll probably know that Sarah and I are on holiday in Cornwall this week. If you’re expecting a postcard well don’t. I won’t be sending any as I’ve got too much reading and walking to do to be bothered with all that. But here’s one anyway, via the blog.
When Sarah got her life-threatening cancer diagnosis, nearly ten years ago now, we adopted St Ives as our safe place to come before and in between major treatments and results. So that rather than sit and worry at home in Liverpool, we’d come here and walk the beaches and the hills together. Embracing what we had of life, however long or short that might turn out to be.
It has so far turned out to be long. So here we are back in St Ives for the first time in eight years.
Leaving the cemetery we observe one of the living surfing off Porthmeor Beach.
Encouraged, Sarah walks along the front and books herself in for a surfing lesson.
I won’t be there of course. I merely sit here humming ‘Surf’s Up’ by The Beach Boys. The closest I’ll get to joining in.
Leaving Porthgwidden and walking round to the town beach and the harbour we find an artist at work.
Turns out these are just ‘sit-ons.’ Pretty much air-filled surf boards people can paddle about on ‘For fun’ sniffs Sarah. And in no way to be compared to the noble sea kayak slicing through the Atlantic waves!
Sarah had, by the way, wanted to book in some real sea kayaking while we’re down here, but no luck. There’s some big convention on over at Falmouth and all the coaches she knows are there.
Sarah introduced herself as an expert shopper to the delighted local clothes stores, who all realised she was only limbering up today. Meanwhile I visited the bookshop and bought the two books I’ll read whilst here.
Lovely to be back here. And sending this postcard home.
Looks beautiful. Rock balancing always fascinates me. Have a lovely week Ronnie & Sarah.
Thanks Jane, and as it’s kind of end of season it’s quietening down. Perfect peace after a busy, though joyous, summer of getting Coming Home ready to start.
Ah, have a wonderful time. My family are all living down there and our treat is to walk from St Uny church to St Ives, stopping at the Carbis Bay hotel for coffee en route. It’s got us through some horrendous times. It should be on the NHS!
Enjoy the rest of your stay x
Thanks Cathy. And for the tip on the walk x
That graveyard reminds me of the church/graveyard in Aberdaron – no artists as far as I know but a poet priest. And smaller. But grey and sea-facing.
Years ago when we lived in Bristol and I was doing a very stressful job, we started going to St Ives, then swapped sides of the Peninsula and found a place to stay on the edge of Mousehole which had the perfect (top floor) room with a big window with chairs to sit in watching the sea and a garden that went down to the rocky shore for when the weather was fine. It was easy to walk the clifftops to Lamorna Cove, in the other direction walking to Newlyn kept us in touch with reality, its bustling harbour with its colourful boats – and as everywhere – artists. And now and again we went to Penzance or took the train into St Ives instead of driving. I can see why you chose it as your other place, a place where things were different, your lives were different. Such beautiful light, the colour of the sea, the Tate and – for us – the potters, I hope it’s replenishing both your wells of well-being – it certainly looks like it. Have a veggie pasty for me!
Thanks Mary, it’s good to get away and be somewhere different. This has been such an intense summer I’d forgotten, as ever, the importance of stepping back and looking at the thing we’re making back in Liverpool. Today I spent a couple of hours in that graveyard, reading happily.