Jan's Travel Blog Newport to Truro / Lelant/ St Ives/ Zennor CORNWALL.

An early morning dash to God's own Country, amidst beautifully thick frosty fog, and fine mists that spread across the windscreen , throwing shattering shafts of watery light, permeating the road salt and screen wash into a perfectly textured canvas of camera ready opportunity. The signature of January , en route to Truro for some much needed reference images, then to Lelant Saltings- rude not to as the tide was covering the sea grass and sending a heady fragrance of salty things in all directions. To St Ives for luncheon, then on to twilight look at Zennor and the delightful Tinners Arms. Thanks to one and only son Jan and to Cookie who's behavior was exemplary . (And she pulled with a spectacular Pyranean Mountain Dog) - so romantic!

As any model maker will tell you, books will only show so much, that special piece of information is always the bit not shown. So it was Truro here I come. I took the Panasonic digi, The Lumix is a brilliant little machine and as a back up I carried my Olympus SLR. The lens on the lumix is great but there is a tendency to show the blues on a cold day so correction was needed. Each trip I make  I record the journey through the window of the car. The days when I could do this through an open train window are sadly gone and i dont drive long distance any longer. MY brilliant son is alway happy to accommodate and this allows me to do what I love and that is to record the journey throughout. The car window can be , if used properly, a brilliant viewpoint. I use my camera hand held, I know there are devices to mount on the dashboard, but speed is the essence and one must not be afraid to snatch at an image , rather than miss it. There are of course things to avail and that is heavily tinted window screens. Not worth the bother of all that correction.
The winter is a grand time for photography, the open hills and rolling roads can produce magnificent diorama. So many ideas and inspiration for the artist and model maker. However on this occasion it was Truro railway station. I refuse to use the Americanism TRAIN STATION, it is horrid slang.
I have a forthcoming model to make of the station and I needed reference images as a comparison to how it is now and as it was in steam days. Happily in that delightful part of the world there is still working semaphore signals. Seeing that come off on the Falmouth Branch bay was a joy.

There is still much of the old railway to be seen here, the locos have gone and any storage, sheds etc, but its good and it is Cornwall !!!.

We had an early start, it could have been earlier but I couldn't leave until Charlie was in. This is Charlie, handsome beast isn't he. He does a little picture management for me and he is also a guard cat.

We had it all in the bag by 11.30 so set off again on the A30 heading towards St, Ives. Anyone who knows the St Ives branch line will be aware of Lelant, both the Saltings and Lelant halt. It is an absolute delight  at any time of the year and in any weather. The tide was in, though not terribly high. Enough however to cover the landscape with a clean salty freshness which was heady. I am determined to model this setting, on track and the most heavenly scenics ever to be seen. Something about an estuary that just keeps giving.

I have been a regular visitor to St Ives for over 40 years and the reason I love it so much is that it has hardly changed. I suppose there is little scope for change, other that individual shops galleries and restaurants. I still have friends since those heady days of the 60s and now I have new friends and acquaintances  all of which are lovely people. The harbour is quite empty at presents, many of the smaller boats are out of the water other than the few working boats, that still land fishy things of the very tasty kind.
St Ives on a cool January Day. The watchers sit in knitted gloves, a street singer performs the works of Andrew Loyd Webber and baby sea birds learn to strut their stuff for pasty crumbs. Dog walkers promenade with poo bags and expensive pampered pooches . This years fashion accessory. 

Few boats in the harbour at this time. Waiting for he sun to arrive.

Feasted and rested, the dog Cookie soaked herself in the oncoming waves, I bought the pasties for the home freezer and with an hours light still availible we headed back, but not before taking a short detour along the coast rd to Zennor to see the Tinners Arms. NO booze when driving but worth a look at the beauty of it all. I will write the rest in pictures. Thanks for looking.

And to home .......

    XX