From the Lighthouse

St Ives is a town almost entirely composed of beaches, harbour, and secret alleyways carved from granite, that lead to the beaches and to each other. I'd not been there for over ten years before this last weekend, when I treated my daughter and her boyfriend, and my brother and his partner, to a few days in the middle of this stony maze. In the past, when school holidays meant that visits there were in August or July, the narrow streets were continually heaving with our fellow emmets, but I highly recommend a late September trip with beautiful weather, if you can get it.



In the background of the last picture is the Godrevy Light, which was of course V. Woolf's, and justifies the title of this post, for I am now back in Bristol and about to dive headfirst into a work awayday, with all that that implies in terms of sea and sand.