St Ives Beaches, I do like to be beside the seaside

On Saturday I spent the day in St Ives, west Cornwall. It’s a tiny seaside town, just over a hundred miles from home and has limited parking, so when I learnt that there is a park and ride, it seemed like a good plan to leave the car there. Parking at Lelant Saltings was just a few pounds, and for £4 you can buy a return train ticket that allows you to travel between St Erth and St Ives, getting on and off as much as you want. This branch line is rated as one of the most scenic in the country.

Carbis Bay from the train
Carbis Bay from the train

Try to sit on the right of the compartment if you ever take this journey. As the train approaches St Ives, Carbis Bay is one of the first beaches you see, but you can see clear across the Hayle estuary to St Ives bay.

Our destination in the distance
Our destination in the distance

When you get off of the train there is a footpath with pretty hedges, leading to Porthminster beach (above) to the right and the town to the left.

See the railway bridge?
See the railway bridge?

And the pretty  path .

The pretty path
The pretty path

Now there’s a clear view of the harbour, especially if you zoom in .

The harbour beach
The harbour beach

But there’s no rush, lets have a look at Porthminster’s sand.

seaside1We’re going to skip on past the town now and have a peep at this little bathing beach.

I think this is called Bamaluz
I think this is called Bamaluz

and its resident poser! seaside8
On around yet another bend in the coastline,
The surfer's beach
The surfer’s beach

is Porthmeor.
Looking east
Looking east

Lastly, looking back from – I think – Porthgwidden.
St Ives is lucky to have so many beautiful beaches. Of course it helped that it was still early in the season, give it a month and these sands will be teeming with people.
The town isn’t just about beaches though, there are galleries galore, cutesy cobble streets and lots of foodie opportunities. I’ll be back with more sometime soon.

Packaging Insanity

This morning I received a parcel, small items that I will need in the next few weeks. Much as I love a certain international company that began by selling books, and now sells everything I could need and many things I didn’t know existed, sometimes the amount of packaging is crazy. I applaud them for using packing that can be recycled
but the sheer volume?

A 40 x 30 x 11 centimetre box
A 40 x 30 x 11 centimetre box

Let's open it shall we?
Let’s open it shall we?

About six metres of paper
About six metres of paper

My three small items!
My three small items!

Thank goodness my city is brilliant at recycling!

A Moorland Muse

Show us your muse, says Brie Anne Demkiw. What subject keeps me coming back? Devon of course, it’s the most wonderful place in England and I’m very lucky to live here. I’ve posted many times about the coast, the estuary and the river, and a little about my city. If I think of a muse, what springs to mind is Dartmoor, that expanse of wilderness that I love. Here are a few images from the moor, I hope you find them inspiring too.


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A Sheltered Gothic Bench

Edit a bench photo  for my challenge Jude says, give it an art effect! Well it seems I’ve forgotten all the tricks I used to know. Using android has made me lazy and I can’t find anything in Photoshop. This is what I came up with, but that was yesterday and now I have no idea how.

The Gothic Bench at Uppark
The Gothic Bench at Uppark

Uppark is a National Trust property perched high on the beautiful South Downs ridge. My photo is of the Gothic bench, that had a wonderful view of the surrounding countryside. Most memorable for me at Uppark, was being told off for daring to turn a few feet aside to look at a painting,  when the guide wanted to frogmarch everyone ahead!

The Quotes Challenge Day Three

Aayusi has kindly nominated me for the Quotes Challenge, thank you again Aayusi. Today is my last post. The idea is to post a favourite quote for three days and nominate three people to join in. I haven’t nominated, but instead if you haven’t been invited but want to take part please do so. So here is day three, a very special one that few of you will have come across.

If the Universe wants you somewhere you know it will happen regardless of the weather

Christine Whitelaw

Raku Cats and Amethyst, the Archaeology of Me

Sue’s quote from Susan Sontag today, http://suejudd.com/2015/06/21/quotes-2-susan-sontag/#comment-14798 reminded me of a post from my beginnings. What will your personal archaeology consist of?

Lucid Gypsy

Naturally I want to leave behind something wonderful that creates a perpetual image of an interesting woman of the third millennium AD. But what is there to me really, what makes me ‘me?’ I have watched documentaries about the spread of mankind around the planet, the long walk from Africa, and have often said that all people are African, but some are more African than others. Half of my genes are English and I stake a claim to those being of good Celtic stock. I feel a strong tie to this south western land of green hills, red sandstone and mellow climate, and feel that I’ve been here a long time. But I may have only arrived with the Norman Conquest, with the Vikings, or on a coach from Llandudno. My other half is from the West African Igbo tribe, but those borders were only laid down by the raiding Empires in…

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The Quotes Challenge Day Two

Aayusi has kindly nominated me for the Quotes Challenge, and in typical Lucid G style I’m late, but I am here!The idea is to post a favourite quote for three days and nominate three people to join in, so, day two.

Sometimes I come across a tree which seems like Buddha or Jesus: loving, compassionate, still, unambitious, enlightened, in eternal meditation, giving pleasure to a pilgrim, shade to a cow, berries to a bird, beauty to its surroundings, health to its neighbors, branches for the fire, leaves for the soil, asking nothing in return, in total harmony with the wind and the rain. How much can I learn from a tree? The tree is my church, the tree is my temple, the tree is my mantra, the tree is my poem and my prayer.

Satish Kumar

and the area where this wise and wonderful man lives.
Hartland

I’m not nominating, so if you’ve been wanting to join in, go for it!