We wandered down to St. Ives in Cornwall hoping for a week of sun and sea and sand. We got gales and rain and mud. We camped for the week at a farm campsite up the hill from St. Ives, over-looking the sea. It was a lovely, if exposed, spot.
Our 4-man tent just about kept us dry and stayed connected to the ground on the first night, but we reckoned it would not survive the week so the next morning we zipped into Truro and purchased a brand new, hurricane-proof, 6-man tent, which did the job brilliantly. 
Despite the windy, cool and sometimes damp weather we had a great week. We saw Newlyn, Marazion, St. Micheal's Mount, Lamorna (great pub; The Lamorna Wink), Mousehole, Zennon, Porthtowan, Falmouth. We cycled the narrow lanes around the campsite. We went for walks along the cliffs, and up the hills among the mine shafts. We had a few trips to the beaches in St. Ives, but weren't brave enough to face the chilly Atlantic.
On our cliff-top walk by the campsite
Digging for shelter on Porthtowan beach
Wandering through the cobbled streets of St. Ives
Porthmeor beach
On the pier at St. Ives
Oisin pointing out some lichens on a boulder at Lamorna
The boys at St. Michaels Mount
St. Ives harbour
