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.