Hubster and I have just got back from a week's holiday in St Ives, Cornwall. We visited two years ago with friends, and decided to go back this time just the two of us. The aims were:
So where did we go? Well, we visited The Minack Theatre:

And then we went to Penjerrick, and if you have never been there then you really, really must:

We walked across to St Michael's Mount:

We had a stroll round the gardens at Burncoose Nurseries (where, yes, I might have bought one or two things...):

And we spent an afternoon at Trebah, where the tree ferns seem to have done a lot better this year than they had two years ago:

We were wholly disappointed with the Barbara Hepworth Garden, a reaction which appears to be a mortal sin in Cornwall, but neither Hubster nor I felt that the sculptures and the garden were right for each other:

It was suggested to me that I could not expect very much given the small space, to which I say bollocks, and I imagine the owner of this front garden in Newlyn would agree:

I'm now trying to brace myself for the horror that is heading back to the chalkface tomorrow, so I'll leave you with a tantalising glimpse of my haul:

- To visit a load of gardens
- For Hubster to paint a lot of watercolours
- To restock from some of the great nurseries
- To read a few books (me) and write some more novel/short stories (him)
- To relax
So where did we go? Well, we visited The Minack Theatre:
And then we went to Penjerrick, and if you have never been there then you really, really must:
We walked across to St Michael's Mount:
We had a stroll round the gardens at Burncoose Nurseries (where, yes, I might have bought one or two things...):
And we spent an afternoon at Trebah, where the tree ferns seem to have done a lot better this year than they had two years ago:
We were wholly disappointed with the Barbara Hepworth Garden, a reaction which appears to be a mortal sin in Cornwall, but neither Hubster nor I felt that the sculptures and the garden were right for each other:
It was suggested to me that I could not expect very much given the small space, to which I say bollocks, and I imagine the owner of this front garden in Newlyn would agree:
I'm now trying to brace myself for the horror that is heading back to the chalkface tomorrow, so I'll leave you with a tantalising glimpse of my haul:










