St Ives

We had our morning lesson and got changed and into the car. After a quick trip to the house, we set off for St. Ives. We knew we needed to get a tram there and we sort of knew where we were meant to be going. The sort of knowing where you go round twice on roundabouts only to go back the way you came. You know before settling on scaring some guy from the Cornish Council by demanding directions.

We made it to the tram (it's a park and ride with a tram instead of a bus. Clever, see?), parked up and waited. The tracks were in front of this huge amount of barren, dried up land. It looked beautiful in a kind of broken way. Once we got into St. Ives Lexy commented that it was busy. I loved it. I love the crowds, the heat, the sweat, everything to see. Lexy does not. She likes peace and quiet. The village that we were staying in was completely dead. The sort of place that's 90% percent tourists in August and thus 90% dead in June. In fact on the second day we were there we walked the whole village in the afternoon. We went into the church and over the marshy fields and back to the surf school. That's pretty much the village.

I was glad of the change of scenery. We hit the charity shops. Lexy found this lace top, just a black lace t-shirt thing with a tight beige top underneath. I tried it on and bought it. I asked for scissors and cut out the top underneath. A nice see through top which I deemed completely appropriate for outdoor wear.

We walked up and down the beach and around the shops for a while before booking a table at a cool looking sea-food restaurant. We settled down on the pier and watched the tide coming in. There were a group of vile, screaming children. The kind where you wish an omnipotent giant thumb would come out of the sky and just squish them.

We moved over to the restaurant and had the most amazing prawns in oil for a starter. It was so simple and SO good. Lexy had seafood linguine for mains and I had mackerel, but the best was dessert. We both had issues picking what to have: Lexy was torn between sticky toffee pudding and creme brulee, I couldn't decide between the cheesecake and the Eton mess. We both, had both.

We both finished both. Try not to judge.

Best meal of my life.

We headed back on the tram and just as we pulled into our station we looked out over the land. It was flooded with water. Amazing what the tide can do.