Well, the weather Gods looked after us today. A little spot of moisture fell on to my lips a couple of times but came to nothing!! What a difference a day makes. Phew!!
The ride today passed many old tin mine workings, riding to the village of St. Agnes, with a couple of steep descents and ascents into the bays at Porthtreath and Porthtowan, before rolling along the coast road towards Godvrey Head – a national park area,
then Hayle where we tried ‘Philps famous Pasties in Cornwall’. Not as nice as Rick’s.
Many a narrow lane, but way better than the busy roads, which we still encountered. Drivers are fairly forgiving. Just a way of life here I think.
It was fascinating to come across this house being re thatched with possibly triticale – a cross between wheat and rye corn.
St Ives dates back to AD460, when the missionary St. Ia, daughter of an Irish chieftain, landed here and gave her name to the settlement. Protected from Atlantic storms, St Ives was once the most important fishing port in Cornwall, but by the beginning of the 20th century, the fish stocks became depleted and the fishing fleet largely disappeared. However as early as 1811 Turner visited to paint the seascapes and by the late 1880s there were several artists installed and the town became famous for its vibrant artists. Bought my next decoration for the Christmas tree.
Our hotel is tucked into Porthminster Beach, within easy walking distance which is just as well, as our luggage was delivered to a hotel with a similar name. Grrrr!
Delightful little streets with many independent shops. A few cheap and cheerful pubs and bars. As we walked, a seagull swooped and stole a brand new ice cream from someone’s hand and scraped my arm on its getaway. Now I know they have small claws. Ouch.
After a wander around the local establishments we decided our restaurant had the nicest dining options.
So happy to have stayed warm and dry today albeit windy on the cliffs, and ending in sunshine. 49.1kms.
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