Monday, 31 October 2016

Broughton Castle - Oxfordshire

Our access to Broughton Castle comes through membership of the Historical Houses Association and visiting times are limited to every Wednesday, Sunday and Bank Holiday Monday from 1st April until 30th September. That may not sound very welcoming but visitors are always well received.


The castle is situated at OX15 5EB, a little south of Banbury. It began to take shape in 1300 and was built at the spot where three streams converged, which made creating a moat a much easier task.


In 1377 ownership passed to William of Wykeham, Bishop of Winchester, and it is still in the ownership if the family after more than 600 years.


The original castle was built with crenulations but it was restructured in 12550 in the Tudor style. It is constructed from the beautiful Hornton Ironstone rocks that are found locally.


It would be rare for a building to stand for more than 700 years without some tribulation or damage. William Fiennes thought that Charles I was not a good monarch and plotted against him. Broughton was used for secret meetings, but luckily for William he did not sign the death warrant for the king, and was able to make peace with Charles, although Broughton was damaged by cannon fire when loyalist troops arrived unannounced.


Broughton stands in extensive parkland. The gardens are relatively new - about 100 years - and are quite formal. Inside the house there are tasteful treasures and beautiful plasterwork ceilings.


 
The gatehouse - built 1406

The Great Hall
Broughton Chapel


Diary - Sunday 30th October 2016

We made an effort at normality but it was clear that Pauline was more than out of sorts. She did her usual Sunday morning cleaning of the kitchen and such, but when she said she was going to make a casserole I knew this meant she was feeling worse that she was letting on, because she just loves her Sunday roast.


I set the laptop up in the kitchen so that I could keep an eye on her, but when she said she wouldn't be going to church, that was it.


We ate at lunchtime, then I pulled the footstool out, we sat and watched a film and then drifted through afternoon and evening hardly leaving the settee. By 9pm I thought I could see an improvement, so we decided to sleep on it.

Sunday, 30 October 2016

Canterbury Cathedral - Kent

We have only been to Canterbury twice and are overdue a revisit. We look forward to going there but not everyone who was Archbishop of Canterbury felt the same. Five of them were murdered, including the most famous of them all, Thomas Beckett.

The Romans built a church at Canterbury. When Augustine was sent from Rome in 597 he took the church and began to change it into his cathedral. It underwent many changes and reconstructions over the next 1500 years.

The Danes caused a lot of damage and murdered the Archbishop in 1011. In 1066 the Norman Conquest began and a year later the cathedral was destroyed by fire. The Normans then rebuilt the cathedral, mainly in the Gothic style, using stone brought over from France. Everything seemed peaceful enough for a hundred years, then King Henry II asked if no-one would rid him of a troublesome priest, and Thomas Beckett met his end. Four years later the cathedral was again destroyed by fire.

However, with Beckett vindicated, Canterbury became a place of pilgrimage and it was again rebuilt and today it is as imposing as it must have seemed 900 years ago.

www.canterbury-cathedral.org


Diary - Saturday 29th October 2016

Well, we're not stuck in a rut, even though every Wednesday and Thursday are pretty much the same.


The morning started slowly. Pauline is having a bad time with whatever ails her, and that means disturbed nights for both of us, so we took it easy this morning.


We had an early lunch and then drove over to Chasetown where Jean had set up a soup kitchen to raise money for the local Club for the Blind and also the Talking Newspaper. It may not sound ambitious but it raises £1000.


From there we headed east up the A38 and then north up to the Tatenhill air field. We were a little bit early so we drove around the St George's Park next door. This is where the England Football squad train, and there is a large Hilton Hotel on the site.


Eventually there were 17 of us from Barton under Needwood and attachments and Katie of the Air Ambulance gave us a very informative talk, then we met the air crew and spent some time with the helicopter. This is an incredible operation and there was a lot of humour this afternoon, but we all got the serious message too. We'll be back.


From there we drove back to Tatenhill itself and 15 of us joined together at the Horseshoes pub where we ate in the stables and enjoyed a lovely bar meal. I had hunter's chicken and it was very tasty.


We got back home and there was a letter through the door with £500 from the Rotary for the Talking News.


It's all looking good.


Midlands Air Ambulance

Where's his trousers




Saturday, 29 October 2016

Wakehurst Place - Sussex

It is six years since we went to Wakehurst. I keep saying that we must go back, but finding the time is a problem. One day, when I am retired!


The gardens at Wakehurst are an overspill from Kew Gardens in London. The place comes under the auspices of both Kew Royal Botanical Gardens and the National Trust.


The house dates back to the 16th century. The gardens are much more recent, mainly because of the Great Storm of 1987 which destroyed over 20,000 trees in the region. The house was gifted to the National Trust in 1963 and two years later they leased it to Kew. Apart from the beautiful gardens there is also a research centre, plus there is a store of some 24,000 rare plants and seeds.


Wakehurst - RH17 6TN










Diary - Friday 28th October 2016

The hectic pace of a Wednesday and Thursday means that Friday always feels like a Saturday. Except today.


First I took the Kia down to Turners for its annual MOT. I was there just after 8am and had the car back an hour later. Next I took all the sacks to the Sorting Office. I find it perverse that you can wander all around Lichfield and not see anyone you know, but have a deadline and everyone wants to talk to you.


Two ladies collared me as I was about to leave the Sorting Office. One was a complete stranger who wanted to ask about my car, and the other was the famous Post Lady who once said to me "Are you John May from Boley Park?" When I confirmed I was she said "Have you got any means of identification?"


I went to the surgery and gave blood. I wasn't being altruistic, they're trying to find out if there is anything wrong with me. Next I went to see a new listener on the Waitrose estate. I spent twenty minutes with her and then it was round the corner to see another new listener.


When I got back, Pauline was completely whacked. Whatever has been afflicting her all week simply won't go away. I mowed both lawns, mainly to hoover up a ton of fallen leaves, and then I cooked a meatloaf from a Mary Berry recipe, following it to the letter. She never lets you down.

Friday, 28 October 2016

Tudor Cafe - Lichfield

I bring you the Tudor Café for several reasons. One - this is Friday and I'm chasing the clock. Two - I'm quietly pleased with my black and white picture of this black and white house. Three - for many years it was believed to be the oldest house in Lichfield, until a young builder in a street a couple of hundred yards away removed some plaster and remarked that he'd never seen joins like those he had just uncovered.


There is a lot of history to the café and the streets around it. Probably their own website tells it as well as anybody.


Lichfield House, the picturesque black and white half timbered residence built when Henry VIII, and Catherine of Aragon ruled England, now the Tudor of Lichfield, has watched over nearly 500 years of England's history.


It has looked on the reformation and witnessed the dissolution, not 500 yards/metres away, of Lichfield's Franciscan Friary. It has seen Lichfield besieged three times during the Civil Wars of 1640-46, seen Volunteers marching off to the Crimea and regular troops from the Barracks two miles away, starting their long journeys to South Africa and to the fields of Flanders and the East in 1914. It has seen felons burned at the stake for pilfering in the Market Place only 100 yards/metres away. It has seen the great Dr Samuel Johnson born in the house just round the corner and Edward Fox, the reformer, cry "Woe to the bloody City of Lichfield". It has looked down on the revels of the Yeomanry, which terrorised the citizens in the eighteenth century. It has seen the panorama of the history of "Merrie England" a panorama in which Lichfield, the little Cathedral town which was granted the status of City and County in its own right, by Queen Mary's Charter in 1553, once dominated the Midland Counties from Coventry to Manchester.

The house itself has been added to from time to time, but the main building is the original. There are four fire places with Liverpool reproduction Delft tiles and two panelled reception rooms, the panelling of which was added later. The valuable oak staircase, which runs through the house, was put in by the first owner, there is a secondary staircase running from the first to the second floor and there is a carving on the top floor, which probably belongs to Christopher Wren's period.


During the Civil War, when King Charles I - debonair scapegoat of contending factions - rallied his Royalists, Lichfield stood for the King, and the Cathedral Close was the scene of three sieges. First the Roundheads took the Cathedral by storm from the Royalists, then impetuous Prince Rupert routed the Roundheads (and knocked the middle spire down with his siege gun) and then the Royalists were besieged again until, with the capture of the King, they were forced to surrender.



During this troublesome time (1643-1646) our Tea House was first a prison for captured Royalists who fell into the enemy's hands during sorties from the Cathedral, and then the tables were turned, and the Roundheads in their turn found themselves chained in the cellars, and again in the last siege Royalists were imprisoned. Scratchings on the old oak doors in the cellars, names and the Sign of the Cross, and sockets in the walls for ankle chains, bear evidence of the part Lichfield House played in these episodes.


One signature is that of a very notable prisoner, John Hampden, who is remembered as one of the five men - Pym, Hampden, Haselrigg, Hollis and Strode, who defied Charles I's attempt to raise funds unlawfully by the imposition of "ship money".


It is reputed that a subterranean passage runs from the cellars of the house to the Cathedral - probably dug out by one side or the other during the Civil War - and this passage has been followed for some distance in recent years, but is too dangerous to pursue further.







On the top floor of the House there is a cunningly concealed "Priests' Hide". Did the original builder in 1510 anticipate Henry's break from the Church in what was whispered about in hushed voices as "the King's great matter" (the annulling of his marriage with Katherine)? Probably not, for there was not a sign of the rift that was to come several years later, but some long sighted person built this "hide" on the door of which two Crosses have been scratched, as well as a date of 1761 added later.


In more recent years Lichfield House has been a private residence, the offices of a coal merchant and a milliner's shop. It was requisitioned for the Pay Corps in 1910 and in 1920 it became an antique shop. In 1936 Wilfred and Evelyn Burns-Mace and their son Jeffrey opened the old buildings as The Tudor Café (now The Tudor of Lichfield). The cellars became a Public Air Raid Shelter, for 77 persons, in World War II but now visitors are welcomed within its doors from every single continent, continents which were only remotely heard of when Henry VIII was King and other lands that had never been heard of at all.

In 1975 a restoration programme made the old Tudor building secure again after it had been discovered that the ravages of time had weakened the ends of the old beams and there was a danger of the whole front of the building slipping into the street. This restoration took many months and earned a European Heritage Award, a plaque for which hangs proudly above the front door.

There was another major development in 1980, in the grounds when the old glass houses were demolished and nine shops were constructed on the lines of the Shambles of York or the Lanes of Brighton. This is now called Tudor Row. This later led to the development of the Old Coach House, which originally housed the horses and carriages, into two further shops. Lichfield House still is still a very successful restaurant run by the same family and in addition sells loose chocolates and other products which are all made in our own factory situated some five miles from Lichfield. We boast that we can (and do!) make almost anything in chocolate. Some of the more unusual items are mobile telephones, computers, golf clubs, chess sets and replicas of the fronts of several cathedrals and Lichfield House itself. We are able to complete the process from printing specialists boxes to packing to individual requirements. This includes company logos on boxes or chocolate pieces.





Diary - Thursday 27th October 2016


We have now reached 35 years of Talking Newspaper Thursdays. This was little different to any in the past five years.

 

I started with the Stevenage Talking News, which was full of happier news than isoften the case, so that took to lunchtime.

 

Pauline has been carrying flu-like symptoms since she got back from Wycombe. She hummed and harred and in the end took herself off to meet Gill. Later she took Rita food shopping, so I didn't see much of her.

 

I did the Live at Home run with Pauline D and Elma. We have disparate and lively conversations, so I look forward to these trips. In between taking them home I went to the studio and finished Gwent, Scotland and Stevenage, plus I got the Mercury for later.

 

We were short of readers tonight, but David and Keith did OK. Ben was there. which helps, and Peter came for the last hour.

Thursday, 27 October 2016

Arcachon - France


I first went to Arcachon in 1954. I was thirteen and took part in a school exchange visit. I went to a lone house high on a hill just south of Perigeux and stayed with a family for four weeks. That was at a time when you could safely let your children out of sight. The whole journey was unaccompanied.

The family knew an American sergeant and his wife and it was agreed that we would drive over to Arcachon on Milton’s day off. It was a memorable trip and has never left me.

 

Pauline and I were holidaying in the Pyrenees for a week in 2012 and from there we went across to Arcachon, so that maybe she could get a sense of what I feel.

 

It was different. For a start we were there for six days and so saw so much more. Also some things had changed, but the essence of it was still there. From my experience, Arcachon is the second most safe place in Europe for youngsters to play in the sea.

 

The most notable feature of Arcachon is the sand dune. I was told all those years ago that a forest had been planted to try to keep the dune in place. It seemed to have succeeded.

 

Climbing the dune is an experience in itself, but much easier now that steps have been placed. The views are stunning, the sea is so clear that you can see starfish beneath the water, and the main area for the children is natural but rarely above waist height.

 

Situated on the west coast of France in the Gironde area – a little bit down from Bordeaux – Arcachon is known locally for its oyster harvests, and is also a good base for exploring some beautiful unspoiled countryside.





Arcachon



climbing the dune


Diary - Wednesday 26th October 2016

So, it was Wednesday, which means not much time to think.


I started by downloading all the Scottish news. Then I went to the Sorting Office and collected all the returns. I called at Aldi on the way back because they are selling a ton (well, a sack) of bird food for £4.99, and our birds are eating much that every month, or so it feels.


Pauline helped me with the returns, which meant we were finished by 1pm. That's a big relief. We had lunch then Pauline took Rita to do her Christmas shopping. I downloaded the Welsh news, the magazines and updated all the records. I also processed four new listeners.


Pauline was late getting back so I cooked salmon with peas and mashed potatoes (not as creamy as I'd intended but not bad without thought and planning). Then I took everything to the studio and was relieved to see Pater had a full team.


Home for the final of The Great British Bake Off. Then an early night.

Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Stody Lodge Gardens - Norfolk

I don't know anyone who has been inside the house, and if you want to explore the gardens you must wait until May 2017. The gardens open for a month, starting in May in order that visitors can enjoy the rhododendrons and azaleas.


The gardens took about 100 years in the making. The lodge itself was built starting 1933, after the first lodge burned down. The grounds used to be part of the nearby Blickling Estate, which is now run by the National Trust. Situated at the delightfully titled Melton Constable, at NR24 2ER, the gardens are opened not only to share the beauty but also to raise funds for several charities.


One man who had a long experience of life at Stody was Claud Hopper. The lodge had been seconded as a recuperation unit during WWII and Claud was sent there as a patient. Although he recovered sufficient to be sent home, he didn't go but remained at the lodge (with his wife) for the next sixty years.


Stody Lodge Gardens

 


Diary - Tuesday 25th October 2016

I ordered the Wiltshire Farm Food for Rita and then got three media players ready. Pauline was out for much of the morning with Marilyn. I went first to meet up with Carol from the Alrewas WI and she handed me the proceeds from Saturday, saying there was more to come.


Next I visited a new listener in Lichfield. The house was so small that you had to move a chair to open the door, but he and his wife seemed happy with their lot.


I then drove to Rugeley. The trees have changed yet again. Even more gold, red and yellow. Unfortunately there was also dense fog and so no photo opportunity. I went to the Horse Fair Care Home (my first visit). The place is huge and I was struck by the obvious care given by the staff, but I wouldn't want to live there.


My final visit was to another care home in Rugeley. Not so large but equally well staffed. The ladt there is 101, and still keen to keep up with the news.


This afternoon we walked into Lichfield. I had tasks at two banks. I expected difficulties at HSBC and an easy run at Barclays. I got that back to front!

Tuesday, 25 October 2016

Cerne Abbas - Dorset

There is evidence of an Iron Age settlement in the area but it first became populated when the Cerne Abbey was built in 987. The monks lived happily and the area grew slowly. In the Domesday Book it is noted mostly for its farming.


When the Dissolution of the Monasteries occurred, the abbey was mostly destroyed. That was 1539.


The town began to expand slowly, spurred on by its brewing industry. Just like Burton on Trent in Staffordshire, Cerne was situated over a water supply that gave its beer an individual taste. St Mary's Church was built and the beer flowed.


It was the railways that brought the major decline to Cerne Abbas. It didn't stop there.


The mighty 180 foot high Cerne Abbas Giant (DT2 7AL) was scratched from the chalk soil in the mid 17th century, but was mainly revered only locally. The village had halved and most was in ruins when word swept the surrounding counties that women desirous of raising a family had only to go and sit somewhere on the giant (somewhere specific, that is) and fertility would be ensured.


Nowadays Cerne Abbas is a tourist attraction, partly for the giant and partly because the village has been restored in an attractive and welcoming manner.



entrance to the old abbey


St Mary's Church

Cerne Abbas

Diary - Monday 24th October 2016

The mornings are getting colder. Still, only 5 more months!


I got myself well organised this morning and also completed a couple of tasks that were overdue. I made bread and got everything ready for two meetings tonight.


Louise came over to see Rita this afternoon and to bring Mollie with her. Pauline went round but I stayed because I thought too many adults in the one room might be too much for Mollie. Pauline said she is a delight.


I wrote briefly about Stowe Park yesterday and thought that it was odd that we have never been there with Helen and Dave. Talking to Helen later I asked how the weekend had been and she said Jessica had gone with a friend to Stowe Park.


I went over to Tamworth to meet with Fred Meddes and confirm how we are raising some money for the West Midlands Air Ambulance. Then back to Lichfield for a Lions meeting. We decided how we are going to spend the money that we have accrued, but there aren't too many plans for how we will raise more. 

Monday, 24 October 2016

Stowe Park - Buckinghamshire

Stowe House is situated at Stowe Park (MK18 5EQ). There was a time you could ride in a carriage straight from Buckingham, through the Corinthian Arch and up to the front door. The approach is slightly more circuitous today.


The estate passed into the hands of the Temple family in 1571, when it was leased. Having decided they would like to stay they bought the estate in 1589. It was not until 1683 that Sir Richard Temple made a start on the grand building we see today.


Over the next couple of hundred years it was altered and expanded twice and became the must place in Buckinghamshire for notable worthies to stay. But eventually it fell into disuse and eventually was purchased by a trust who now run the house as a school.


The grounds came under the umbrella of the National Trust in 1989. They reworked the gardens and the park is now open to the public 365 days a year. The house can also be viewed for 280 days a year. It can also be hired for grand occasions, and it still carries the aura of wealth and splendour that it did in its heyday.

Stowe House




Diary 23rd October 2016

This was not a day of great activity. The weatherman promised us long periods of sunshine. I looked out at the rain and thought what an optimist he was, but eventually he was correct.


I finished off the radiator cover by screwing it to the wall. Pauline brought Rita back for our Sunday roast. I read an awful lot.


And that was it.

Sunday, 23 October 2016

Leith Hill - Surrey

One day we'll make a proper trip to Leith Hill, the highest point in south-east England. The British Isles are not renowned for their mountains, and Leith Hill falls well short at just 965 feet above sea level. However, from the top, on a clear day, you can see London in one direction and the English Channel in the other, and both are 25 miles away.


We were on a car drive at the right time of the year. Our route took us down a leafy lane and suddenly there was a sign for the Rhododendron Wood. A colourful mass of rhododendrons is always a call to me, so my driving partner and I made a quick stop and hurried up to the top of the hill through this blaze of colour.


At the top we found Prospect House, which was subsequently renamed Leith Hill Tower. Standing 64 feet high, our understanding was that is was built to take the height above 1000 feet. Built in 1755/56 it enjoyed some popularity, but was then allowed to fall into disrepair. However, the National Trust took over in 1984 and now the tower is a safe and enjoyable place to visit. Especially if you enjoy woodland and heights.




Leith Hill Tower

RH5 6LU


Diary - Saturday 22nd October 2016

I realised the paperwork has gone crazy again. I took a pile and broke it down to six different stacks - Personal, Lions, Talking News, SNA etc, and then did no more for today.


We went off to Alrewas where the ladies of the WI had organised an Autumn Fair on our behalf. I took the most cross country of cross country routes. All we met was one lone runner and two bunches of cyclists - all surprised to see us.


On the way back we collected the radiator cover and I assembled that this afternoon. We decided it needs to be fixed to the wall, so that was something for tomorrow.


Today was a Murder Mystery at Cannock, organised by the Lions. Pauline was totally shattered, but gamefully endured the evening. We successfully identified the murderer from the very tenuous clues that were given, but failed to win the solitary prize, but that didn't matter because this was about fellowship and fun.

Saturday, 22 October 2016

Dovedale - Peak District

In 2017 we will return to the Peak District and explore every nook and cranny we have managed to miss so far. There is a beauty about the Peak District that makes it more popular even than the Lake District, probably because the sights and sounds are more accessible.


Probably the best place of all to start your experiences of the Peak District is Dovedale. Owned by the National Trust and located at DE6 2AY (just north of Ashbourne in Derbyshire), Dovedale is accessible to almost everyone, even the wheelchair bound - although crossing the stepping stones is not to be recommended.


You can start by dropping in to the Isaak Newton Hotel, and then walking along the path beside the Dove until you reach the stepping stones. If you are feeling energetic you can actually start at Ilam and walk the Dove valley and then carry on for 3 miles or so.


If you want beautiful, heart warming views you can climb Thorp Cloud.


All you need to do to ensure a perfect visit is pick the right day.


The stepping stones


View from Thorp Cloud



Diary - Friday 21st October 2016

It's called Sod's Law.


The Auris has Bluetooth, so we can make and receive hands-free telephone calls. Since we've had the car we've used it twice. Today, because I hadn't got the car, the phone rang four times whilst I was driving - so went to voicemail. Likewise the Sorting Office. The rear is a hi-viz area, so I always have a hi-viz vest in the boot. Of course, there is never anyone there to see me wearing it. Today I realised my vest was in the Auris and I was in the Kia. No worries, no one ever sees me. Today there were two people on the deck, including the manager!


Since we moved back into town there has been a dearth of birds in the garden. Today was different. Blackbirds bathing in the pool, a family of robins, blue tits on the nuts - then a squirrel came and frightened them all away.


Pauline was home by 11.30, looking fresher than when she comes back after a day's work with Helen. I had planned to have the house ship shape, but the vacuum died. I did clean the kitchen floor.
Two new bar stools arrived. They were easily assembled and look good. Better than the ones they replace and hopefully grandchild proof.


We went to Screwfix to buy a radiator cover. They had one in stock, which we paid for, but then saw it had a fault, so will wait 24 hours. Next it was the food shop, I cooked a risotto with Tiger Prawns and crayfish tails.


And that was all she wrote.

Friday, 21 October 2016

Glendurgan Gardens - Cornwall


Glendurgan Gardens are located at Mawnan Smith, near Falmouth (TR11 5JZ). They are maintained by the National Trust and are unusual in that they consist of three separate units as the gardens fall into three small descending valleys. The nice thing about all of these gardens is that you can visit them frequently throughout the year (it helps to be an NT member) and the views are always different.

There is a complex and interesting maze, and the lower valley has been allowed to become sub-tropical and almost jungle like in places, yet there is a path down through the valleys that terminates at the tiny fishing village of Durgan on the coast, where the Helford river joins the sea.

On the day we made our visit, we were a bit curtailed and didn't get as many pictures as we would have wanted, but another visit sometime in the future is certainly on the cards.
The maze









Durgan

Diary - Thursday 20th October 2016

It was flat out all day.


Pauline going to help Helen on a Wednesday and Thursday is sensible because I am certainly no company for her on those days. She, on the other hand, is certainly company for me, especially at meal times.


I started by recording the Stevenage Talking News. I got a letter from Stevenage Community Trust to say they have granted us £600 to fund ten new listeners. I processed seven new people this week, but mostly from Gwent.


I did the Live at Home Scheme run, picking up two ladies. One wasn't there last week, and then rang to ask where I was. Today she explained that she had got ready two hours before I was due, had paid a last minute call to the loo, heard the doorbell but forget the ring has been changed, and so ignored it.


Dementia is a cruel and terrible things.


I went to the studio and processed Stevenage, Gwent and Scotland and ran off the sticks, leaving the packing for later. Then I took the ladies home again, bought Lichfield Mercury copies, cut them up for the readers, made myself a mushroom omelette, and it was back to the studio.


Keith phoned to say he couldn't make it, so I packed all the sticks into their wallets and was ready when the readers arrived. We had a lively recording session. Peter Fox arrived to help me with the final phase, I bought roses on the way home and was making a cuppa at 9.30pm.


Does this say "I missed you"?

Thursday, 20 October 2016

St Ives - Cornwall

As I was going to St Ives
I met a man with seven wives.


The penalty for having seven wives is seven mothers-in-law!


Growing up in the Midlands, long before Continental holidays became popular or even affordable, Cornwall was the top destination for those of us who live the furthest from the sea. That was despite the fact that the trip to St Ives could easily take ten hours. Now, with a motorway system in place you can do it in nine at the most.


The attraction back then was the sandy beaches and the promises of a seaside town steeped in history and mystery. St Ives has been a centre of habitation for the best part of 2000 years. Situated on the north coast of the farthest south-west point of England, you were in the English Riviera and were 'guaranteed' good weather and warm sands.


That was before climate change.


For centuries St Ives was an important fishing village. The Sloop Inn carries a mark suggesting it was there in 1312. Nowadays the fishing has gone and it is holiday makers that are the source of income.


St Ives is worth the trip. The houses around the outskirts are not attractive, being protected from the corrosion of the sea winds, but down towards the harbour there are older houses made of rock. The beaches are sandy and attract thousands, but St Ives is also a useful base from which to explore the likes of Hayle, Pendeen (with the Levant mine and beam engine), and the heritage coast that lies all around.


The lonely St Nicholas Chapel stands on top of the hill on what is known as The Island, and across the St Ives Bay you have the heritage coast continuing on from that which is behind you.


St Ives - Cornwall

St Nicholas Chapel

The harbour

the beach