They say that's there's something magic about the light in St Ives, something that has drawn artists and photographers there for many years and by golly I can't disagree. It's hard to explain what it is really, something about the quality of the light. It seems more saturated and whiter at the same time. It truly is a little bit magic.
I've been lucky enough to visit the little seaside town a few times now and each time I always find new gems to discover. I love the little streets full of art galleries and trinket shops. The whole place has a slight arty vibe to it that reminds me somewhat of Falmouth but it feels a little more holiday-ey here.
When in St Ives, obviously it would be rude not to partake in a pasty and that brings me to a little story about the seagulls. Now, I'm don't actually mind seagulls, if you put aside the squawking and the such and actually watch them they are quite mighty and majestic birds. My thinking is, it's our fault that they've become the town-bound scavengers that they often are now so we don't have much right to complain. BUT when the little blighters sweep down and snatch the pasty right out of my hands, well that's just darn right rude isn't it?! I have learnt new pasty saving tactics and I shall be ready for you next time my little friends.
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