I had looked forward to arriving at St Ives for sometime as I have fond childhood memories of going there for family picnics and fishing trips to catch Chub and Gudgeon on bent pins with a bit of cheese. As beautiful as it is; I remembered none of it and felt a bit disappointed. That is, until Lesley and I walked the dogs down to Houghton Mill.
We then had a little wander around the village - we'd said we would just take the dogs out for an hour but, somehow, managed to be gone for 3+ hours again.
Just back to the boats in time for a shower and change before walking into St Ives for dinner - a busy, bustling little town on a sunny summer Saturday evening.
One of the pubs in Houghton village and a very chocolate box cottage