When everyone talks about summer holidays you always automatically think of sunny beaches abroad, well I do anyway. In recent years I have made it my mission to see more of England, as I’ve lived here all my life but rarely travelled the country. Since then I have visited the Lake District which you can read about here, Cotswolds and many more places.
But this blog post is dedicated to the beautiful south west coast of Cornwall, St Ives in particular. We rented a house just a short walk away from Carbis Bay, one of the most idyllic beaches in St Ives. Naturally the first thing we did was dump our bags in the house and go out exploring the local area. The first time we came across Carbis Bay was actually by chance, we were wondering down some county lanes and then came to a tree covered passage way down a hill. As we followed the hill down there was a lovely little stream parallel to us. Eventually the path widened and we came across a few houses in a sheltered cul-de-sac, walking past the houses to an opening. Funnily enough the opening opened into Carbis Bay.
It’s a beautiful, calm beach in an small enclosed bay. The cliffs at the back of the beach are lined with the local single track train line and contain walk ways to nearby Porthkidney Sands or St Ives beach. There is also a lovely little selection of beach bars and food stalls to choose from. My favourite place to chill out and have a refreshing drink was the beach bar.
Carbis Bay beach was beautiful but the first time I truly thought I wasn’t in England any more was when we stepped foot onto Porthkidney Sands. A wide expanse of sand rolled out until it met the sea and sand dunes that are perfect for wandering lined the back of the beach. Unlike Carbis Bay, Porthkidney Sands has no facilities so make sure you go equip with refreshments.
Our trip consisted of morning lay in’s, brunch and strolls along the beach. We also had a day trip to St Ives town which was beautiful, exactly what you would expect from a charming little seaside town. We couldn’t resist getting traditional fish & chips while sitting on the beach.
There is something so nostalgic about an English seaside trip, it always reminds me of being little on holiday with my family. Who has any memories of seaside trips from when they were younger? Would love to hear about them.