Back to St. Ives

Without a doubt, one of my favourite places to go to is the Cornish seaside. There’s something about the train journey down- riding alongside the coastline, head leaning against the windows, with a steaming cup of tea in hand; that instantly makes my shoulders drop from beside my ears. A sudden wash of relaxation can wash over me- and suddenly the trivial mundanities of the everyday feel so very far away (or five hours away on a train, at least). A few weeks ago, and about a week from my first draft book deadline- I headed down to St. Ives with Joe to join (or ahem, gatecrash) my family on their summer holiday. Although it wasn’t initially the plan to tag...