As I was going to St Ives..

Up early for some caching before breakfast. Was one really close but it was such a lovely morning that I wanted to stay out longer. Can you tell where it is?

What can I say.. I have a soft spot for little red sports cars..

View from the second cache..

Back to the bay..

So worth the climb. But then I got chased back down by a digger! Portreath is expanding up the sides of the valley, kind of a shame but inevitable. Stopped to take another pic of the beautiful curves..

 Today was Nan's choice first. She was desperate to go to St Ives ro do some reminiscing. On the way in we got told every Pub her and grandad had frequented, and assertions that 'there's nothing in Hale' etc. She wasn't happy her bus pass didn't work down here either!

The town itself is just dangerous! Too many surf shops! I limited myself to just one animal tee, Chalkie got himself a whole outfit.. as he had thrown away his only pair of shorts some time ago. I had an accident in a charity shop (which is allowable) ended up with board shorts, 3/4 shorts and a tee, and a towel cause no-one else had brought one. Mum chose the purple Ralph Lauren one.. so I now have a posh bathroom! Thought I'd be able to persuade Ems to come and join us when I spotted this shop for her..

The China Cat (or the Black Cat, I can never remember) that David (Daphne's son) used to own is now a v expensive modern jewellery shop. I can vaguely remember that. I don't really remember the bay though..

Left Nan and Pops on a bench while the rest of us went exploring/photographing. Went round the harbour..

Which didn't look much like the English Coast!

Chalkie again proved that nowhere is safe from his zoom lens..

Walked round to the next bay. Via a car park. Wouldn't be a Cornwall car park without a Dub Van, and these two were rather nice..

 Mum swears she remembers the 'huts' and some story about the tide coming in and Frank getting "me feet wet".

The next bay round was the surfing bay (Porthmeor I believe).. one day I'll look this good..

Back through the town to the bench where we had left the old people. Ice cream for dinner. Ten minutes sunbathing on the beach (making sure the new towel works), then bored. Left Mum toasting there and dragged Pops off to find his first Geocache, which was on top of the hill overlooking the surf beach, where I had been earlier. D'oh!

Back to collect the others, then back to the car as we wanted to do Lands End too that day. Not before having a real Cornish Pasty. And getting poo-ed on by one of the evil seagulls.

Only just remembered to stop and take a photo for Nan Leggett's postcard. First was so laughably terrible I tried again.