Britain, Solo Travel, Travel, Travel Story

Sailing in the Isles of Scilly and St. Ives

“ The next morning, I took the train to St. Ives. It was beginning to get bright and the Porthminster beach was empty.  An arresting shade of blue and yellow spread across the skies. Sparkling waves rippled onto the golden beach; the sand was shimmering in diffused sunlight. St Ives was still asleep and the noise of the screeching gulls resonated in the surroundings. ”