Walking down through the narrow and winding roads that meander their way through the town, it is impossible not to notice the idyllic settings that befall any visitor; little homes that have been converted into quaint gift shops or coffee shops. The hustle and bustle of all those around draw you along at a slow but well rewarding pace.

St Ives is not a place to be rushed around. There are so many little pathways, flight of steps and hidden courtyards, that to rush would mean you would miss them.

Parking within the town is extremely difficult, so it is recommended that you use the Park and Ride. This can be found sign posted just on the outskirts of the town. The park and ride consists of a little train that uses a single line track. It teeters upon the edge of the cliff and looks extremely precarious to anyone who suffers from vertigo. If you do suffer from vertigo, it is recommended that you sit on the other side of the train. The track meanders slowly and gently, following the coast. The sights are fantastic, with unbroken views of the Atlantic ocean.

Once you reach St Ives, you are on the north side of the town. Below the station is a white beach with clear blue waters. As you follow the path around, you are given a wonderful site. St Ives harbour sitting far below with the buildings huddled around as if to keep the harbour safe.

History has it that St Ives was first recorded in the 5th Century by an Irish Princess by the name of St Ia or Hya. The legend says that she was of noble blood and a Virgin Saint who navigated her way from Ireland on a leaf before finding St Ives. It is also said that she brought Christianity to the area. Where the Parish Church resides, which also bares her name, it is said she founded an oratory.