St Ives cottages – a perfect break
Living and working in London can eventually make you forget what it means to relax. It took my husband and I about one month of ordering Chinese takeaway while slowly tapping away at a mountain of take-home work while simultaneously answering ten new emails before we realised how direly we were in need of a holiday.
Of course, the next event in the succession was to decide on the location. We wanted a week away where we could relearn how to relax. We wanted somewhere much more quiet than the busy streets of London, somewhere smaller, and somewhere quaint.
Then, I remembered a friend who came back positively delighted from one of the St. Ives holiday cottages. I thought of a cottage. A cottage is quiet and quaint. Most of all, a cottage is relaxing. To add to all of this, St. Ives is only a five-hour drive away from London. Five hours is far enough away to feel like a proper holiday, but close enough to not feel overwhelmed by travel. Holiday location dilemma solved!
We booked the same two-bedroom cottage that my friend had stayed in, and it was perfect. It wasn’t terribly larger than our flat in London, but it was so much cosier. In front of the cottage was a lovely garden filled with gorgeous flowers blooming and a stone footpath leading to the cottage door. Inside was heaven.
The sea breeze flowed through the rooms effortlessly and sunshine poured in through the skylights. I could already tell that I was going to enjoy my weekend in St. Ives. And I was correct. Our holiday was brilliant. We wandered down coastal footpaths just to find a vast stretch of beach to ourselves to have a picnic and watch the sunset.
We spent the days taking dips in the blue seas, just to wander out and lay in the golden sand while reading a novel. One afternoon, we rented fishing poles, bought some bait, and found ourselves a wooden pier to spend the afternoon on. Dinner that evening was as fresh as it comes.
St. Ives really came to life at night. There was a multitude of small cafes, restaurants with mouth-wateringly fresh seafood, and pubs for that last pint of the night. The locals were all genuinely charming people. I was finally in my element where time didn’t matter, work reports didn’t matter, and emails didn’t matter. I was relaxing again, and I was doing a smashing job at it.
One week later when we had to repack and leave our lovely St. Ives cottage, we vowed to ourselves to never forget how to relax again. Proudly, I can say that I’ve kept that vow to myself. Sometimes I feel myself start to forget, but then I think back to St. Ives all is well again.