The St Ives Festival

Cornwall in September. Yes! Purple Evie was at the St Ives Festival for a few days to catch some late UK sunshine, music, and to party late into the night!
I had all the fun of travelling in the new silver PurpleEvieMobile, (A nice 350Z from Nissan of Japan, purchased while it was still on the boat in Panama) and whizzing along new roads to remote parts of Cornwall.
I loved the little fisherman's cottage, all pale blue and white, just like the traditional slightly naive pictures which, seen anywhere else, appear to exaggerate the colours.
I stayed in the cottage with a close friend who knows how to spoil me with lovely food, oils, and other little treats. We simply had to be careful in the mornings or early afternoons when we crept out of bed, not to bang our heads on the low ceilings or ancient beams over the tiny doorways.
Sometimes we'd have lunch together at the tasteful Porthminster Café overlooking the beautiful beach. You could watch how astonishingly far the tide went out from a table on the high terrace. For a beach restaurant the food was sublime! ...and matched by the wines.
The Festival art exhibitions were colourful and fun. I can see why the Tate Gallery chose a location here.
There were so many music events I couldn't attend them all! One super performance was a band called Blue on Black who performed at the Lifeboat Inn delivering a fabulous slick rock blues style. I couldn't sit still, spilling my Rosé Champagne all over my best rhinestone jeans. At least I could wring it out later!
The very same night by contrast, as part of the 4th Annual Bob Dylan Weekend, I saw the B.T. Experience do their memorable Bob Dylan set in The Golden Lion Bar. It was rocking, my clothes were sticking to me, and I met a huge bunch of students who I just wanted to take home to have fun with. Instead, I joined their pub crawl through St Ives, before quietly slinking through the shadowy cobbled alleyways in the small hours of the morning. My light footsteps echoed in the night. In the stillness, in between when the warm moist wind blew in from the sea, you could imagine that ghosts of fishermen, smugglers and pirates were all around. I reached the welcoming cottage and slept till dawn!