Jeremy's beloved cat, Little Black, has been missing for over a month, and is sadly missed. A week ago this little chap appeared on our veranda, peeping in through our windows and miaowing pitifully. He was very thin, so Jeremy took pity on him and gave him some milk. We asked around if anybody knew where he came from, but drew a blank. Once inside the house he has blossomed. He is happy and friendly, confident and extremely energetic. Our white cats are not too thrilled about him, but manage to co-exist. We've chosen to call him Ninja, because he's a slinky little assassin, dressed in black
Little Black is a hard act to follow, but our Ninja has certainly livened up our household.
The streets are very winding and narrow, and cars do try to push their way through the crowds of pedestians, the houses are whitewashed or built of granite, with no room for gardens, but make up for it with an abundance of pots, window-boxes and hangingbaskets. There's even an old boat overflowing with flowers.
The blue of the sea, and the gold of the sand are breathtaking, and there are three sandy beaches right in the middle of town. We ate our lunch in a pub which was built in1312! It's right across the street from the beach and is probably the most well-known building in St Ives, although those interested in art would know about the Tate of the West, Barbara Hepworth's house and Bern
