Monday, May 29, 2006
Oops - forgot what day it was!
Sometimes I forget what a beautiful place I live in and sometimes I forget what day it is.
End of May bank holiday has great significance in Cornwall. Unlike May 1st we are not singing the 'Oss' and welcoming earthy Pagan Rites but it is still a date that we all abide by.
As the MD was working and I had done some household chores which deserved a treat I set off with Small Fecker on a quest for some cultural viewing and a large ice cream in our favourite parlour in St Ives.
St Ives is lovely, full of tiny streets that you couldn't swing a cat in, should you feel the need. It hasn't changed a great deal from the time this old photograph was taken.
I thought it was funny that we couldn't park in our usual carpark and we had to use the park and ride. It was also funny that the bus was full!
By the time we got into the town my brain was slowly starting to realise the mistake that I had made.
NO QUAINT TOWNS FOR CORNISH PEOPLE AFTER THE MIDDLE OF MAY, IDIOT
It was heaving with accents. Brummies, Mancs, Scots everywhere and all attired in their 'I'm on holiday' outfits. Pale, hairy legs that had no right to be in shorts and t-shirts with cheesy slogans stretched across beer bellies - the men weren't much better either!
"We'll go to the Tate, they won't have found it yet" I said dragging Small Fecker through the heaving masses. (This is based on Locals Knowledge - holiday makers usually arrive on Saturday and it takes them a while to get their bearings).
Wrong again. The queue for the Tate was up the hill.
"To The Island" I said.
This is in fact a typical Cornish lie but I'll talk about them at a later date. Suffice to say that the island in question is not an island but a sticky out bit of land with sea on three sides.
I grabbed an ice cream from a van on the way and we took refuge behind some rocks for an hour.
All was blissful, the sea was aquamarine with whitehorses dancing on the windblown tops.
"What's out there if you don't stop" SF asked pointing seawards.
"We don't get many Irish on holiday, do we?"
"No F, just the rest of the world."
Don't get me wrong, Cornwall needs its holiday makers in order to survive. We moan about our horrendous water rates but we know deep down that nowadays it is our only source of income.
I've now put a star on the calender marking the date when it will be safe to venture into town again, roll on September!