St. Ives: 5th June 2014.
‘As I was going to St. Ives ….’
… I sincerely hoped I wouldn’t meet the ‘man with seven wives’ … or, more likely, a piece of heavy farm machinery … on a blind corner on that narrow minor road. I really don’t know whether to praise the County Council for letting the verges just grow, with all those lovely wild flowers, or curse them for not cutting the grass, so that motorists could see where they’re going.
Like many Cornish seaside places, at St. Ives, you have to park some distance away from the good stuff, for the chaos caused by too many cars down those narrow streets doesn’t bear thinking about. Thankfully, they haven’t seen fit to widen those streets, thus retaining the old fashioned charm of the place.
It’s about 20 minutes walk from the car park to the harbour, and, if you don’t want to make that walk, there’s a shuttle bus. We’ve always preferred the ‘walk downhill; bus uphill’ for obvious reasons!
It’s a busy working harbour, bounded by Smeaton’s Pier … the same John Smeaton who designed the Eddystone Lighthouse, which now stands on Plymouth Hoe, and the Queensberry Bridge, at home in Amesbury.
Boat tours are on offer; one of the many operators said she’d seen a pod of dolphins and a minke whale that morning. I was sorely tempted, but over-ruled. We had other places to go …