One of my favourite places in england sits in the far south-westerly reaches of the country, between the myths and legends of cornish past.

St ives is a wholesome and fine-looking small harbour town, for the most part unspoilt by commercialisation. Resting at the northern tip of the a3074 (off the a30) in western cornwall, st ives is not effortlessly accessible for the majority of the country but is well worth the solution and crusade. A huge myriad of elongated and narrow paths and cobbled streets remind of days gone by and offer outstanding contrast to advanced day town planning. Most of st ives is old-school, a throwback to bygone days of unsophisticated living.

Artists seem to be on each corner, benefiting from the magnificent natural light as the fresh atlantic winds blow pollution from the air. Car parking is at a premium in st ives for the duration of the holiday seasons and consequently it is advisable to arrive as early as possible in the day. A good substitute is to park in lelant and catch the train. It runs at half-hour regular intervals for the duration of high season and is fairly priced.

The short ten-minute traveling takes the coastal route, portion of which feels like you are directly over the water. The traveling is worth taking for the view alone, a splendid vista taking in the whole of st ives bay, from the town itself, stretching all the way to godrevy point. Nevertheless, numerous of the younger travellers may get more or less perturbed and restless. “sit down! ” orders an irate mother whose children scurry regarding a crowded carriage.

The smell of suncream exudes around a noisy carriage as day-trippers collect their buckets and spades ready for disembarking. The station is at the top of the high street, approximately five to ten minutes walk downhill to the harbour front. The elongated and narrow streets may get exceedingly congested as pedestrians and vehicles fight for the same space. Shoppers are ofttimes forced to move detached for passing din and traffic.

The tight, cobbled streets are home to numerous enticing shops, comparatively free of the illustrative and typical seaside souvenir garbage. Artwork galleries are everyplace, galore displaying local work of st ives and the wholesome and fine-looking surrounding coastline. Tiny small shops parade and display local craftsmen’s intricate work; now and then you may see them working on their next masterwork. As the road winds downhill to the shore, the harbour abruptly opens up in front of you.

The smell of the salty sea breeze hits you in the face; cries of the seagulls echo regarding the quay. The local ice-cream tastes delicious, altho beware the seagulls. My young son once had his rudely stolen from his understand and devoured by a hungry bird!.