Looking at the colour of that sea, you could be forgiven for thinking that we spent our 30th wedding anniversary in the Caribbean.
But no, we were still in the UK: St Ives, Cornwall.
The second day out in a week. But the occasion did warrant it after all.
We had lunch at The Gurnard’s Head.
Not quite sure what we’d have done, on the road that Sat Nav chose to take us, had we met a tractor coming the other way.
But get there we did. And judging by the number of cars following us in, we’d found the right place. Thank goodness we’d booked.
They did us proud. A table under a pergola strewn with honeysuckle, and a view to the sea. The food absolutely superb. Perfect.
The Godrevy lighthouse in the bay, from the path down into the town.
St Ives is built around a working harbour.
Many small fishing boats waiting for the tide.
When the tide comes in, it comes in fast.
No shortage of seagulls
The weather was perfect too.
I’d like to go back and see more of St Ives, perhaps first thing in the morning, when it is quiet.
As it happens, The Gurnard’s Head also has rooms. .