St Ives Bay

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I’ll admit, I may have forgotten how to put together a blog post. What was a daily occurrence once upon a time has slipped quite a way down my to-do list, but I’m forcing myself back into it every now and then, if not for those of you that still stop by to read my longer-form bits and bobs, for myself and the decade-plus of memories and personal stories that I’ve shared here. It’s some of those memories I’d like to post today. Forgive me if my writing is a tad shoddy, I need some practise.

Last month I gathered some friends for a long-awaited trip to the South West coast and a stay at the newly-opened Three Mile Beach. Looking over St Ives Bay, Three Mile Beach is a collection of 15 luxury beach houses, all pastel in hue and jam-packed with everything you could ever need for a stay away from home. In fact, I think they possibly had more amenities than I have at home, so comfort was certainly not lacking.

After a train ride along the coast and a short taxi, we arrived at our home for the weekend. Our beach house featured three bedrooms and plenty of extra space besides. We nabbed bedrooms, had a good nosey in the cupboards (as is customary when you check in anywhere, correct?), and then quickly put our shoes back on to rush outside and catch the last of the sun.

Our last full day was equally as special. We hadn’t had the chance to take advantage of the hot tub and sauna in the garden (each of the houses at Three Mile Beach has its own!) so switched on the bubbles for a relaxing morning. I’ll spare you the videos of the “synchronised swimming” Lucy and I attempted…

Post-sauna and shower (with a little bit of sunbathing between, believe it or not) we got to try out TMB’s first-ever roast dinner delivery service, which went down a treat. If you prefer to be more sociable or sit outdoors, their very own food truck sits on the property and serves a different themed menu daily.

Some fresh air was next on the agenda, so we head out to Gwithian Beach just outside. Surfers were ferrying to and from the beach with their boards, swerving running dogs and their owners trailing behind. We grabbed tea from the Hungry Horsebox before they shut up for the day and watched the ocean as we sipped. We were seeing it all through little Arlo’s eyes- the fascinating sand and the relaxing swoosh of the waves.

We could have stayed on for the rest of the week at Three Mile Beach without even thinking about getting bored, but the next morning our time was up, and after a quick breakfast of leftovers it was time to say goodbye to our Cornish escape.

Thank you to Three Mile Beach for hosting us on this trip!