St. Ives Heaven

After Bristol we headed to the South and west towards Cornwall. The traffic was a little crazy and there were a ton of surfboards on the roofs of cars, didn’t realize there was so much surfing in England. I assume Animal is like the Hurley of England since every bro-dude had an Animal t-shirt on and every bro-dude’s car had an Animal sticker on it. What’s the term for bro and dude in the UK?

They love toast so much here they have toast billboards.

The people were a lot shorter when doors were invented here.

We arrived in St. Ives only to find out it’s like the Mexico of England. Lot’s of tourists and people trying to rip the tourists off.


Deck chairs by Rod.

Claire and an old bloke striking the same pose.

I’ve got a tiny human on my toe.


Jimi’s playing in September.




We stayed in a small pink B&B in a town I can’t pronounce, and walked 3 miles to the closest pub for dinner. We ordered veggie sausages and chips from the menu and they brought us veggie burgers instead. When we asked if they were sausages they said no, we don’t have veggie sausages.



