What an adventure! My first long train journey since I had Covid last spring. Crossing the Tamar into Cornwall from Devon (where I was born btw) on the wonderful Brunel bridge is always a thrill. I stayed in Penzance, exploring the surrounding coast, and had a delightful float and swim in the geothermally heated Jubilee Pool watching the occasional cloud skud by overhead.
Encountered more seaside delights at the Penzance Exchange and Newlyn Galleries, took a bus to visit my old haunt St Ives again and called in at the Tate to see an extraordinary exhibition by Haegue Yang. Here’s her Tilted Bushy Lumpy Bumpy …
Fabulous art galleries, subtropical gardens (Morrab and Trewyn), coast walks, ancient churches, boat trips, stunning views and a heated swimming pool – Cornwall as ever was a delight.
Forgot to mention Lord Nelson in a cupboard (the outcome of the Battle of Trafalgar was announced in the hotel ballroom above), and I revisited the outside of the St Ives house which once belonged to one of my favourite painters Alfred Wallis, although I suspect he didn’t have Venetian blinds at the time.
