St Ives

On my way to St Ives, I met a man with seven wives, each wife had seven sacks, each sack had seven cats, each cat had seven kittens.  Kittens, cats, sacks and wives....how many were going to St Ives??

Anyway enough of that, and to be honest, I didnt meet him...tried to find him but failed..

This place was my favourite to visit, as I am sure you can tell from the sheer quantity of photos...

I sense the dog has spotted something....

And you thought there would be no colour pop in this post....

Seals in the harbour....I suppose it would be inappropriate to ask if anyone fancies going clubbing..ok ok poor taste....