The tide was in when we arrived in St Ives, the sea being whipped into white horses.
I loved the poetry pillars in Tate St Ives.
We always love watching dogs playing on the beach. These two were racing about and I’m pleased that my photo caught their sandy splashes and their reflection.
By the time we had visited Tate St Ives and were on our way back to the train, the tide was well out.
A very friendly Robin was sheltering from the bitter wind in the shelter on the platform as were many of those waiting for the train.