Postcards from St Ives
During my stay in Falmouth, I joined my cousin and her Uni pals on a day trip to St Ives. Porthmeor Beach was the first port of call. We munched on pasties, people-watched, and found my head was a ball magnet during a game of volleyball.
After nosying around the independent shops, enjoying hearty chunks of fudge as we went, we took in the views from Smeatons Pier. Whilst the temperature was comfortably warm all day, the sun retired and everything began to look a little washed out - but I liked that. I liked that the town turned shades of grey and blue, and looked stolen from seaside postcards.
It was onto Blas Burgerworks for dinner, and then the train station for home. Whilst we waited for the train I took to a boxed-in rooftop area to skate and admire the scenery. When we sat looking out onto the shore, a lightning storm started up in the distance. The strikes were very few and far between, but I hadn't ever seen multiple bolts flash and dance in such a beautiful location before. It was a magical sight.