An October holiday | St Ives

Kathventures / Sunday, October 11th, 2020

“We’re here now,” Aaron muttered; glum, dejected, the coast of the postcard-ready town of St Ives spread before us, just like our holiday. “Don’t sound too happy about it,” I said. Or something similar. Whilst suppressing the bubbling urge to tell him off. Or at least roll my eyes.

“It’s just,” Aaron explained, not for the first time in the past few years, “Now we’re finally here, the holiday is basically over, isn’t it? We may as well just go home.” A pause. “I hate holiday.”

“Aaron, it’s day one; we literally just got here and we have three days left. Why are you thinking like this?” Silence. “Let’s go and unpack.”

“What’s the point? We’ll have to repack everything soon.”

We travelled five or so hours west on Sunday morning, as I performed a good couple of renditions of Cliff Richards’ ‘Summer Holiday’, originally subbing ‘Summer’ for ‘October’, until Aaron insisted we change the track. If you’re interested, here are my top ten highlights from the Drive to St Ives playlist:

  1. This Will Be (An Everlasting Love) by Natalie Cole, accompanied by the end montage of The Parent Trap flicking through my mind
  2. For Once In My Life by Stevie Wonder because no road trip is complete without Stevie
  3. Put Your Records on by Corinne Bailey Rae, putting the summer into October
  4. Build Me Up Buttercup by The Foundations alongside recounting memories to Aaron of my best friend and I sat in her bedroom, listening to some kind of 60s compilation CD; possibly the only 90s kids in the world seeing in the weekend in this way
  5. You Can’t Hurry Love by The Supremes – see above
  6. Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles, as the rain hit my little Citroen C1 like autumn bullets
  7. On my Own by Samantha Barks because, once we switched over and Aaron was driving, I was itching to dip into my musicals playlist, to become Eponine and give a heartfelt rendition of a Les Mis classic
  8. Amen by Tom Grennan; his new single, as requested by Aaron (“Please, not another musical song”)
  9. Tonight is the Night by McFly, their new single, at full volume
  10. Best Day of My Life by American Authors, as we drove down the windy, cobbled roads of St Ives, volume down as we tried to work out if we were driving the wrong way down a one-way street

We were an hour away from our destination when something dawned on me, and I groaned. It was October and it was Sunday and we were staying for only the start of the week, “What if restaurants aren’t open on a Sunday, Monday, Tuesday? What if St Ives isn’t open?”

As we entered St Ives and clusters of its locals and tourists meandered into the roads without fear of my little blue car (that forced us into first gear whenever we approached one of Cornwall’s many hills), we soon realised we had nothing to worry about.*

*Beyond wearing a mask 99% of the time because St Ives is home to narrow streets and a lot of people.


We didn’t set off to St Ives with a plan and nor did we ever create one. Once we’d woken up on Monday morning, fingers crossed that we’d been spared of a terrible Rattler hangover, we set off into St Ives. We spent the day walking across each local beach, the tide out, allowing us to trudge along the wet sand, admiring dogs and even seals! We walked up relentless hills, having to pause and perch on a bench a couple of times, but found some pretty special spots to stop and admire the view. We spent the afternoon sat by the harbour, dog watching with a pasty in hand, before dipping in and out of shops dotted along the high street.

The next morning, determined to retrace Monday’s sandy footsteps, I set out for a 5k run. The slowest, hilliest 5k I have probably ever run. But the most beautiful run where my trainers sunk a little into morning sand and I experienced wind, rain and stillness, though never all three things at the same point in the same run. I even stopped to admire a seal floating in the harbour, as St Ives woke up, the streets the quietest I’d seen them in the last day or so.

Over the course of the next couple of days, we visited some ‘less touristy’ beaches which pretty much blew me away; and not just because the winds were quite something. We visited:

  • Porthkidney Beach, which we visited with our friends and their new puppy, the inspiration for artist John Miller’s painting of Hayle estuary, these distinctive colours imaginable even on a day where the wind was so strong we got sand in our eyes and, in seemingly true Cornwall fashion, the skies poured with heavy rain for just five minutes before the sky turned blue again
  • Porthtowan, a small village with a beach made for an ITV drama. I sipped a hot chocolate at Blue Bar, as we watched surfers and beach-goers walk up the hill we just ventured down from
  • Chapel Porth, a National Trust location, where we short-sightedly didn’t think about having to pay for parking (in real coins!) and regrettably could only spend a couple of minutes taking in the pocket-sized beach and the brilliant cliffs that hugged it


The food scene is epic, if a little expensive. As in, once we arrived home, we logged onto our internet banking with one eye shut whilst whispering a prayer to the money gods. Even so, I’d say it was worth every last penny.

On the first night we visited The Harbour St Ives, for a bottle of wine (maybe the catalyst for the lingering feeling of nausea the next day), cod for Aaron and scallop & prawn tacos for me. Aaron dubbed it ‘the best fish and chips I’ve ever had’. For our second night in St Ives, Aaron went for a solo wander as I had a quick (thanks to the Picpoul the night before) afternoon nap and he stumbled across Porthgwidden Beach Cafe, a restaurant on the beach that, if I squinted as I ate halloumi fries to start and fish pie for my main and let my eyes rest on the crashing waves outside, I could imagine we were in Greece. “But we aren’t,” Aaron frowned when I said the same thing to him. On our final night, after booking two days in advance (because every other night was fully booked!), we visited one of our favourite drink spots, only this time for dinner; The Rum & Crab Shack. Here, we feasted on calamari and their two taco options; pulled pork and crab. When asked if we wanted to double up on these for £2, our eyes widened and we, of course, said yes.

Now, let’s talk pasties. I expected to come away from St Ives as a person who, if cut open, you’d find a steak pasty in place of my heart. As we drove down to Cornwall on Sunday morning, we spoke incessantly about how many pasties we endeavoured to gobble. In reality, we only had two and therefore can’t, in good faith, add ‘Pasty SME’ to our CVs. But even so, the two I did opt for were a traditional pasty from St Ives Pasty (pictured above) and a chicken, chorizo and bacon pasty from Cornish Pasty Shop. Whilst I’m normally a stickler for tradition, my favourite of the two was the latter.

On Tuesday, we had one aim. To have a cream tea… and do it the Devon way – cream and then jam; see above! We set off on a short journey to Penzance and just happened to stumble across The Orangery Cafe, where we sat outside with warm, soft and crumbly scones, far too much clotted cream (my favourite way to cream tea) and, of course, jam.


There’s a hustle and bustle in St Ives that I wasn’t expecting. It’s impossible to deny its tourism; clearly everyone had the same early autumn holiday idea that we had, but I really loved the real ‘holiday’ vibe it has going on. Whilst this came with its worries in a time where I don’t want to be surrounded by too many people, St Ives’ businesses, as expected, are very COVID-savvy. This meant nipping into a pub or nursing a beer outside was as relaxing as it would have been in 30-degree heat in Greece. Once we’d scanned a QR code, of course.

Although we probably barely scratched the surface when it comes to St Ives’ pub and bar offering, my favourite places to drink were:

Our white sangria recipe

Makes four glasses


Pour the following into a jug:

  • 375ml Sauvignon Blanc
  • 250ml apple juice
  • 15ml elderflower cordial
  • 75ml (Dead Man’s Fingers) spiced rum
  • 1/2 orange
  • 10 mint leaves
  • Ice to fill the jug
  • The Rum & Crab Shack and, specifically, their white sangria which inspired us to recreate it last night – recipe above. We realised after we came home, went to Asda and purchased some Dead Man’s Fingers spiced rum that it was created at The Rum & Crab Shack, making me facepalm at my, “I know Dead Man’s Fingers is Cornish but they have a lot of flavours here!” comment a few days before
  • Beach Cafe Bar, which has a brilliant offering of Tarquin’s gin, an already favourite of ours. I tried the rhubarb & raspberry flavour; and then I tried it again, just to be sure it was my favourite
  • Beer & Bird, where we drunk a Dead and Spicy cocktail, like a Dark ‘n’ Stormy but with our new favourite rum, Dead Man’s Fingers

It is hard not to long for it to be last Sunday again, all packed up in my little C1, with only the images of online photos of St Ives in our heads. But I have my photos. And a bottle of Dead Man’s Fingers in the cupboard.

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