Cornish Xmas Vista
My view from the apartment in St Ives looks out over the Cornish rooftops with their aerials, wires and seagulls, to the sea. It glistens in the distance and the headland beyond is shrouded in haze as the winter sun beams down on the little seaside town. The aforementioned seagulls seemingly own the place. Perched as they are on chimney pots and slated roof, as if they are sentries looking down on their captured souls that are milling about down in the town itself, frequenting the shops and taverns that are found within the town along its cobbled streets. We come to St Ives every year and every other Christmas to immerse ourselves in the Cornish air and sample the local life, albeit briefly in our time here. We have our favourite places to eat, drink and to shop. Creatures of habit we haunt these places like restless souls intent on staying forever but knowing they can’t. Disturbing the peace of the locals who welcome us openly and, I am sure, welcome our departure in