We drove down the twisty turning roads from our cottage we had rented to St. Ives. We parked at the very top of the town, so now we walked all the twists and turns down to the sea.

I really want to remember the crazy amount that Callum is walking right now. And that Max is right there behind him shouting “me doooooo it!”. Their bodies are moving and their brains are on overdrive.

We made it down to the water, and it was positively warm. Gareth pulled his boots off, so incredibly happy to dig his feet into the sand. Callum spotted him and asked if he could take his shoes off too. Max was right behind him, and mine came off soon after. These boys haven’t spent much time at the sea – in fact this trip is Max’s first visit to the ocean – so they need to soak it in as much as they can.

The day was incredible. We set up camp on the beach, walked, dug in the sand, ran, played, and the boys had a great time shouting at the seagulls.

St. Ives is a city like nothing I’ve seen before. At first glance it gave me that Bondi, beach side kind of a feel, but with the ancient buildings and the church bells ringing, it really is completely different. We walked up through the town after we were down on the beach, and the lanes were winding and the close, the buildings were oh-so-British.

Cornwall, you have our hearts.