After some time, we finally got around to booking up St Ives.
As we have so few people living at home now, we’ll no one, it means when we go somewhere we have to think about the “little one” – Mags the dog. So we booked up “The Nest” in St Ives – looked like a great location and had some pretty decend reviews and allowed dogs in – so we booked it.
First surprise was that the booking has a £85 cleaning fee, cos covid I guess, but they also asked if we were bringing a dog, and although not mentioned on the site, they wanted an extra £20 for cleaning up after her – not happy.
Couple of days before we were off, had a little look at the weather and it pretty much stated that there was a massive storm coming, rain and 50 mile an hour wind, plus plenty of rain on the Friday and the Sunday.
Friday
Up nice and early for the 170 mile trip down to the end of the country, got as far as Bristol and the rains began, and continued for the next two and a half hours. Sign of things to come?
No, it wasn’t. By the time we got to the other side of Exeter it seems like the rain was easing off, so we stopped off for a wee for all, and a surprisingly tasty breakfast subway. An hour or so later, and we got down pretty much as far as one can go, to Sennen Cove.
Start of the first walk was from Sennen harbour, and out along the coast to land’s end. Just a mile away, no rain, and hardly anyone around – great time to go.
Quick look around Land’s End, pretty rubbish, and a quick walk East to see some proper coast line, then back along the cycle path for a very tasty toasty sandwich in the Cove Cafe. Then onward… to somewhere else.
We’d seen Newlyn on the T.V, so stopped off, the little we say was crappola, and got some expensive, but very nice seafood mix from the little shop. We did get free parking though. The we had a look at Penzance, and drove the front, then turned left and headed to home, St Ives.
Got to our home for the next two days and 2 mins past four – bloody checkin time was 4:00, with a 10:00 checkout – piss take. Walking down what we thought might be the biggest hill in St Ives, and just managed to bend our suitcase to fit into the tiny place we had.
It was okay, had what it needed, if a little small, and as we found out later pretty cold at night time. But we decamped and gave the little doggy an hour to have a little sleep before going to have a little look around St Ives. St Ives is pretty small, things are very close, which is great, we had a little walk, and the rain starting a little – first time in the day. Had a beer outside of the Sloop – miserable barman, then a few in the Lifeboat Inn, which was nice.
Then we took a stroll over to an Indian to get a takeout ready for the rugby, and had a beer in the Queens while we waited. Like a spaz I left my phone in the Queens but did remember and fumbled about in blind panic trying to find it. Got the ruby, back to the house for a couple more beers, a vindaloo and a watch of the rugby.
Saturday.
Didn’t sleep great, Vindaloo wanted to come out to play from about four in the morning, and we had the Mag’s sleeping on us all night – but we got out for a great doorstep bacon and sausage sanger in the appropriately named Scoff Troff caf.
After saying goodbye to a bit more Vindaloo, we took a stroll down the coast past Carbis Bay and Porthkidney beach to Lelant, Lelant didn’t look great, but we found an okay pub to wait for the bus back to St Ives. As we had walked almost 5 miles, the little dog couldn’t make anymore, and as it happening it starting heavy dribbling with rain – the bus was pretty welcome.
Spent most of the afternoon hiding from the rain and watching Netflix, then out for a massive mixed grill in the Firehouse.
Sunday.
Had to get out for 10:00, so basically got ready and packed – still left Mag’s bowl behind, and packed the car, then went for a little walk along the top side of St Ives in the beautiful sunshine – although after about a mile we say a rainbow, really got some nice photos, then realised that a rainbow means – RAIN. and it did.
We sheltered for a bit, then headed off to Newquay. Only about 40 mins away, we headed to Fistral Beach, which is the “place to go”, peaked in the wrong place, but took a walk along the beach with a thousand other people, killing time until we could go to the Fish House for 12:00.
12:00 came, and the Fish House refused to be open, so we headed to Rick Steins place, which welcomed us and the dog in, to a window table. We had some amazing fish and chips with some incredible gravy – I was very impressed.
Then it was time to come home, so we did. Got back about 4, liked St Ives, would hate it in the summer.