In this part of the world when we want to take a break we head down the A303 for Cornwall. The landscape changes when we get past Exeter. The bleak moorland of Dartmoor beckons. But we push on further towards St Ives which has become a favourite haven for us to catch our breath and relax a while.
The rocky crags are stunning. The beat of the waves bring us once more to our natural selves.
The sound of the seagull is never far away.
And dogs chase the waves.
The twisting cobbled streets meander down to the quayside. Tourist trinket shops sell their wares. Cornish pasty shops cater for the hungry. The pubs are busy!
St. Ives became a colony for artists who were drawn by the ever-changing light of the bay. Down side-streets galleries invite you to browse their paintings and sculpture.
The town though remains steeped in its Methodist history. First and foremost this is a fishing village with its tales of heroism and tragedies.