There's something about St.Ives, Cornwall that makes you never want to leave. As a family we certainly felt the pull and holidayed there every year. Somewhere at my Mum's house will be the stash of photo albums to prove it. Jelly sandals, hair braids and sun burnt chops (mine) included.
Suddenly you find yourself at an age when you're allowed to stay home without your parents. Family holidays go out the window in favour of sleepovers and the chance to 'do your own thing.'
Fast forward again, and suddenly you're at an age (32) when you've had ample sufficiency of 'doing your own thing' and definitely will be taking up your parents offer to join them in a sea view house in St. Ives for a long weekend. That my friends is how I spent this bank holiday weekend.
The plan - drive down Thursday with the fella, spend two nights in an AirBnB harbour view flat, then join my parents, sister and her crew, for another two nights. Cream tea me up!
I was genuinely excited to go back to St Ives and had high hopes that after all these years it would still be the same amazing place I'd always thought it was as a wee nipper.