The tide was in when we arrived in St Ives, the sea being whipped into white horses.
St Ives – tide in
I loved the poetry pillars in Tate St Ives.
Poem in The Tate Gallery
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.
Dogs dashing through the waves
By the time we had visited Tate St Ives and were on our way back to the train, the tide was well out.
St Ives – tide 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.
Robin by my feet in the shelter on the station