We have decided that if the weather is good Friday afternoons are to be our day off and trip out days. Yesterday we drove down to St Ives which, when its not summer is one of our favourite places. It was such glorious weather when we got there, its been a real Indian summer this week and its even hotter today!
We love to just wander round the little streets always getting lost and finding new bits we havn't seen before but we always seem to end up at the beach by the Tate. The sea is always a beautiful colour, the surf was up and there were loads of surfers on the waves, looking like seals in their wet suits. We had a look in the Tate bookshop, we never bother to look round as neither of us like the modern art they have in there. We did pay once and were disappointed with what we saw. Maybe we are stupid and don't understand it, if you have ever seen The Rebel with Tony Hancock that is how we see the art world!
Wandering a little further we came to our favourite cafe on another beach that has huts at the back, it always makes me think of the 1930s, I can just imagine the bathers and young men playing banjos like a P.G. Woodhouse story. Its bliss to just sit with a drink and a bit of cake and take in the view.
There were a few families on the beach, a mother playing catch with her little boy. A young seagull was stood quite near watching when it suddenly grabbed the ball and flew off with it! The poor little kid couldn't believe his eyes, the seagull flew, with others in pursuit, off round the corner, we thought they were all off to play their own game on the next beach! But no it came back and glided round as if taunting the kid. I managed to snap the little offender and you can just make out the ball in its beak. Well that made our afternoon!