Today was our first real travel day. After the usual morning rituals, we put Tiny in her carrier and laid it on the backseat of the car and headed towards Hayle and then on to St Ives. The drive was only about 5 or 6 miles from where we were. It wasn't really a long drive. However, when we arrived there we immediately knew that we didn't need to be in a car. The narrow streets were crowded with people and we had to head a snail's pace to the harbour. I of course took several photos before we headed back out via the hills and got some more shots of the town looking towards Gwithian and Hayle. St Ives is definitely a town best covered on foot.
On the way back to Hayle we stopped at Warrens, the bakery, to pick up some pasties for lunch. Warrens have been making them since the 1800s, so we know they are good. And they were. A little too big for Dawn, but excellent all the same.
As we were back at the chalet, I jumped at the chance to head back out to the beach again. I couldn't get enough of the golden sand and jagged cliffs. I felt like I had never been away. This was the 13th time I had been down to Hayle for a vacation and Dawn was beginning to see why I wanted to retire here.
Dawn stayed with Tiny at the chalet and caught up with the diary notes. This time she is doing the diary while I take the photos. This meant that when I was at the chalet I spent lots of time editing all the photos that I took.
Tonight we had a wonderful steak and bake for dinner and then watched the finale of Hell's Kitchen. Normally we would be in bed by 9pm when we're in Hertford. However, here we couldn't record anything. So either it was stay up late or miss - which basically meant 10pm bedtime for the week.
Oh yea, Tiny is having a ball. She is completely puzzled by the white waves as they crash against the beach. She is also enjoying having one of us with her at all times. And she is as cosy as can be at night sleeping between my feet at the bottom of the bed.
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