17th January 2020
“Finally, somewhere posh” says reader Pashmina Pauline.
Yes, it’s St Ives, the Falmouth of the west.
£31.59 for B&B at Treloyhan Manor on a Friday night. And I still complained about breaking my £30 budget.
Best views of the trip on the walk from Carbis Bay.
Last time here you could hardly move. Now I had it all to myself.
Particularly in the pubs.
You don’t forget a name like Kettle’n’Wink Bar, do you ?
Well, actually you do, it’s just when I came here before it was listed as the Western Hotel, the sort of thing that drives tickers crazy.
Still, a pleasingly basic hotel bar. Perhaps a bit too authentically basic.
The mark of a good pub is that you can join in a random conversation without being blanked.
“You know that Dali ? Did he die in a crazy way or was that Warhol ?”
You’ll be amazed what I know about Dali and his DNA.
The Tribute was a cool, rich NBSS 3+, but it was the American TV, subtitled for the Cornish, that clinched it.
Tea time. Research shows that 97.2% of visitors to St Ives have a pasty, but you’ll be unsurprised to read I had beetroot houmous salad from the Vegan takeaway.
The guy who runs it is a legend, and it’s worth visiting for the models on the sushi stand.
So, the micro. Easier to get out of Truro Escape Room than find the Pilchard.
A cosy cave-like bar, the sort that Castletown does well, and a cheery barman who led me to the Treens, which was as good as MJC said.
“Enjoy it, man”
But I’m claustrophobic, and finished the evening in the newish Spoons, which had a rare Innis & Gunn on draught.
And that cookie dough pudding that undid all the good work with the beetroot.