I spent a happy hour or so walking under the ribbon of lights that canopied Fore Street in St Ives and made a lasting memory of Christmas magic on an evening spent with friends!
We parked above the town and took one of those mammoth runs of granite steps that snake down to the sea guided by and ex-st-ives-ite who knew the footpaths well and we emerged seamlessly quite near to the town centre to follow a single line of lights as it lead towards the harbour, just as the lightest of drizzles started to fall.
The Christmas Lights of Fore Street in St Ives
The piece de resistance for the Christmas lights of St Ives has to be spectacular curtain or lights that enshroud Fore Street, casting a mellow glow redolent of another era across the narrow granite clad streets.
We were so sheltered amongst the closely packed cottages with only the mist of moisture adding a romantic gleam across the well worn granite sets.
How we lingered to window shop as each enviable niche brand name competed for our window gazing attention, as we unapologetically joined the evening sightseers to bask in aura of Christmas, before finally emerging beside the harbour.
A stroll along the harbour in St Ives
We were already delightfully satiated with the sheer nostalgia of Fore street as we strolled back along the harbour, although we had arrived fairly early to avoid the evening revellers, yet a throng of evening revellers were already sitting outside the Famous Sloop Inn.
The tide was out again just as it had been when we celebrated summer’s swan song upon our autumn visit to St Ives but this time it was the bright light of Christmas that danced across the sand to us.
Happy laughter filled the air as we walked, glancing up sometimes at the bursting restaurants enveloped in a wonderful garlicky Mediterranean aroma and glimpsed early diners already occupying tables sipping their glasses of wine – unknown strangers who had become part of the atmosphere of St Ives just for one night.
Finally replete we made our way back up the flights of step to the waiting car in the all absorbing town of St Ives – a town that has reinvented itself so frequently over the centuries moving from fishing village to artist colony, to a major tourist destination, a surfers dream, a food lover and artists paradise but it has never lost it authentic heart.
For sheer atmosphere the narrow streets of St Ives, the tumble of cottages punctuated by the occasional, almost Dickensian ally way, mysteriously enshrouded in velvety darkness, is a wonderful spot to just absorb the Christmas spirit.
Happy New Year!
Tonight St Ives will celebrate New Years Eve and tonight I’d like to wish you a very Happy New Year and thank you for joining me throughout the year.