Where we're headed today: St Ives.
Don't look behind you Vic!
It's just the first of many steep climbs today.
Porthminster Beach and Vicky discusses the pros and cons of ball throwing
with Kizzy the Sprocker's owner.
The ball is thrown and Kizzy's off.
Tate St Ives.
Utterly appalling architecture.
Vicky is told to look appalled.
Yep, she's cracked it.
Porthmeor Beach surf school students (and Instructors).
More experienced surfers in at the deep end.
Oystercatchers.
In flight.
Looking over Carbis Bay towards Godrevy Lighthouse.
David. Camber up that greasy slope and stand by that rock.
It'll make a good photo.
OK Vic……um…..now, how do I get back down?
Kestrel, on same greasy slope, ignores olde man struggling to descend
and swoops down on a smaller victim.
One of a pair of Grey Seals at Porthgwidden Beach.
Just to give you an idea of how close
the seals come in to the shore to people watch.
Sanderling ready for its close-up.
Cormorants refuse to interact with cowin' seagull.
It's nearly 4pm and we're knackered.
It's not the distance it's the climbs that have done for us today.
We decide to investigate the coastal train service.
The chap in the ticket box says £2 please.
Wot, each? We say.
No, for both of ya.
The journey takes all of 4 minutes.
Why haven't we used it on previous visits?
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