The weather in St Ives was, occasionally, better than predicted by the Met Office (see my last post), and the view from our flat was at least as good:

If you look carefully, you can see Virginia Woolf's lighthouse in the distance - the Godrevy Light:

Needless to say, we didn't row out .
Even in the rain, St Ives has a lot to see. I particularly like some of the street names, and it pleases me that you can move in a few paces from a bawdy session of

to the restorative delights of

Also - new discovery for us - was this little beach waterfall, which is (I think) the current outlet for the Well of St. Ia, the town's eponymous saint, said to have sailed over from Ireland on a leaf some time in the fifth century, with conversion on her mind. How tiresome it must have been to discover that Cornwall was already Christian!


If you look carefully, you can see Virginia Woolf's lighthouse in the distance - the Godrevy Light:

Needless to say, we didn't row out .
Even in the rain, St Ives has a lot to see. I particularly like some of the street names, and it pleases me that you can move in a few paces from a bawdy session of

to the restorative delights of

Also - new discovery for us - was this little beach waterfall, which is (I think) the current outlet for the Well of St. Ia, the town's eponymous saint, said to have sailed over from Ireland on a leaf some time in the fifth century, with conversion on her mind. How tiresome it must have been to discover that Cornwall was already Christian!
