Oh, no.. our lunches were ready and packed; we had sussed out the train times, and at least one hand was on the doorknob. But the rain had launched itself against that door and would not be ignored. Out onto the wet cobbles we crept, hood and umbrella at the ready. But the umbrella turned inside out and the SconeLady's hair completely scare-crowed itself in jig time. What a mess!
But we persisted on toward the train station, planning our stop for breakfast along the way. And yet as we sat in Pedn Olva's dining room and gazed out their plate glass, our resolve drooped just a bit. Perhaps the Truro Cathedral would need to wait. Perhaps we could see it tomorrow.
Dreary SconeLady stares out dreary window
And so back we trudged to our warm little cottage, regretful of the missed moment. Rosie and Ted had always said that in England, you don't base your choices on Weather. We had based our choice on Weather! But I think maybe even they would have done the same, for we seemed drenched from behind within minutes (perhaps we should have followed the gentle suggestion of a rain slicker). It felt like the only thing to do right then was to give it all up - and take a nap.
So imagine my surprise when I woke up to brilliant sunlight beaming in. Yay and hurray!
This new day-within-a-day opened up a whole fresh view of St Ives. I tramped along cliffs, paths, and granite steps until momentarily stopped by a sudden sheer plethora of surfers. They were running again. Toward the waves. All shapes, sizes and ages glommed onto those waves and gave everyone a really fun show. The rather stunning son would have loved this, if only we could get him here.
The SconeLady stopped counting at 80 surfers
As I finally walked away, a sign indicated that the Barbara Hepworth museum was just ahead. Have you heard of Barbara Hepworth, dear Readers? She is fascinating! You can learn about her here but just to give you the brief, she was one of St Ives' most renowned artists/sculptors and is known world wide for the magnificent pieces she has produced:
The skills and ability of this lady astounded me as I wandered through her St Ives home and studio. In fact, you can still view the pieces she was sculpting at the time of her death in 1975. They are set up with her tools, just as if she were on her way back in to work on them once more.
Sculptures Barbara Hepworth was working on when she died:
The Museum, and the cliffs, and the surfing beach were just the most lovely gifts. I know the rain, too, is a gift (especially in the view of thirsty Californians), but it might be a gift that just keeps right on giving. And it would be nice if it would give just a little bit later.
See you along the way!
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