Just back from a week in St Ives.  The cottage we stayed in was up a steep alley, a quirky cottage on 3 levels with a gallery up top from which you could see the comings and goings in the harbour. A busy week for the smaller grandchildren playing on the beach and paddling in the sea – Daisy won the Rotary Club Sandcastle Competition with her entry; the prize a Chocolate Castle.  We were dive-bombed by a seagull as we foolishly sat on the beach eating – serve us right because who in their right mind would choose to eat on the beach – all that sand! St Ives is a fascinating warren of little streets and quaint cottages and artists flock to it because of the special light.  Driving through the ridiculously narrow streets crammed as they are with tourists is not for the faint hearted driver.  Back to the business of writing now and I feel refreshed.