By the seaside

So we went to St Ives, Cornwall instead of Istanbul.  I want to move there and open a teapot (and ukulele) shop... I never knew, well believed, that beaches like this existed in grey old England. It felt like I was by the Mediterranean or back in good old NZ. Apart from the distinctly English oh-I-do-like-to-be-by-the-seaside-y-ness of it all. Blue skies, smiley faces, ice creams and cute little shops. Even an adorable second hand furniture and vintage design shop, beaten green.

There's the Tate St Ives, the wonderful Bernard Leach pottery studio and the small but perfectly formed Barbara Hepworth museum.  And there was even treasure to be found amongst the old junk shops - a pink glass cake stand circa 1940's was picked up for a mere fiver and a Violet printed table cloth for a quid (pictures to come later).

I have far too many photos to choose from!

And oh the sea! The sea!! How I have missed you...

Oh St Ives.. I hope I'm back again soon. Not for sure I'll be having any more clotted cream though. My arteries may never recover...