So, back at the desk once again, even if it is only to tidy up (a little), do emails and write this blog.
Had a terrific time down in St Ives, in spite of the six hour train journey we had to take to get there (and in more spite of the fact that when we booked online we selected 1) a table and 2) a window seat; we got neither).
The highlight of the trip had to be the time we spent in Barbara Hepworth’s home and garden; the garden is, I think, one of my all time favourite places. I’ve never been anywhere where I could feel such a sense of stillness and tranquility, of balance and power and poise. And beauty.
It was really something else.
Aside from that it was all strolls and good food, brilliant weather and marvellous beaches. I have to agree with my beloved when she said (more than once), ‘I love being by the sea.’ I do. I also like being the Frisbee king.
I’ll probably post more pictures soon, but that’ll have to wait because all the good ones are on my beloved’s phone. So until I have them, here’s us: