Mid Week

Olly and I walked down to the harbour today with a bucket and spade, money for a pasty, a flask of coffee and cake. The clouds hung low in the sky, punctuated by gaps through which the sun weakly shone. The colours of St Ives were muted and pale. Bleached sand complimeted by the cool hues of the stone harbour walls. The sea rolled into the harbour from Smeaton's Pier and gently lapped the shore as children waded in their wellies along the tide line. The gulls were out in force, wheeling low and hunting for easy pickings.

Olly made a day friend and they spent their time digging holes and making sandcastles together. They raced each other around the beach, found sea glass and shells and shared a piece of Hevva cake. They spotted a lad with a metal detector sweeping the sand for hidden treasure. Fascinated, they followed him the length and breadth of the beach constantly asking questions. The dug for treasure too, and found ten pence apiece. Although it was engineered by myself, I loved seeing their faces as they held their discovery aloft.

I helped with the hole digging, and took snaps aplenty. I lent against the old stone walls and watched the world go by. We left the beach as the Parish church clock struck four and made the slow walk up the hill towards home. Holding hands all the way we practiced our numbers and sang nursery rhymes.




I shall be away from here for about a week. I hope to catch up with you all then.

Take care. Have fun.

Leanne xx