England - St Ives, Cornwall - 14.2.1958.

 St Ives, Cornwall. England - 14.2.1958.
Launching the Lifeboat at St Ives.

Dear Timmy,

     The lifeboat is only having a practice, so that is why you don't see the crew in their yellow oilskins and life jackets.  That is the pier I see from my window.  When the tide goes out all the boats look so silly just perched up on the sand.

    Lots of love, G.A.N.

Seagull House, St Ives, Cornwall. England - 14.2.1958.
Two of the cats of St Ives. Cornwall.

Dear Merry,

     I've told you before about all the cats there are in St Ives, so thought you'd like to have a picture of two of them.  I'm not too sure whether they are going to kiss or bite each other.

     Lots of love, Nan

England - St Ives, Cornwall - 10.11.1957

Seagull House,  The Wharf, St Ives.  Cornwall. England. 10.11.1957.

Dear Pen,

     Thank you for your letters, which I would have answered before if I hadn't been too busy having flu, and looking after Susy having flu, and moving from London to here.  I like being in my flat very much.  Did you see the picture of it that I sent to Mama?  I went to visit some friends yesterday and when I tried to walk home along the road near the sea I couldn't because the waves were breaking over it like mad.  So I had to take the one higher up and even then I got spray on my face.

     How is Artillery Lass? * I hope her leg has recovered.  Susy is looking forward to going to school in Italy next year because she will be able to have riding lessons.  This term, in Switzerland, she is to learn ski-ing I hope she has a bit of sense and doesn't break her bones. I suppose you have started swimming by now.  Susy will be green with envy.  She did go swimming in the lake near her school but not often enough to please her.

      It is now half past ten, Sunday night, here in Cornwall, at Willoughby, it is half past eight, Monday morning, and I suppose you have already left for school.  Funny isn't it?  I must leave for bed, so lots of love, Nan,

* Artillery Lass was a foal born to Gindy, at the Army Quarters we were living in at the time.

Below... The Wharf, St Ives from Google Maps today.

England - St Ives, Cornwall - 2.9.1957

Garrack Hotel, St Ives. England - 2.9.1957

Dear Pennie,

     There are just billions of gulls here.   They sit on the chimneys of the hotel and squawk like mad.  I am going to see King Arthur's Castle tomorrow, at a place called Tintagel.  At least the ruins of his castle.

  Lots of love, Nan

 Garrack Hotel, St Ives. Cornwall.  2.9.1957

Dear Timmy,

     Do you think you could write to Uncle Ed?  He is in Gloucester House having an operation, poor boy.  The old horse doesn't seem to mind going into the sea, does he?  I have sent birthday presents to you and kids by sea.

     Lots of love, G.A.N.

Garrack Hotel, St Ives. Cornwall.  2.9.1957

Dear Merry,

     I have the tiniest little bed-room you ever did see, but it has a wonderful view of the Atlantic Ocean, a lighthouse and lots and lots of rocks.  During the night a great big pussy jumped on the window from the roof but she didn't stay for long.
  
     Lots of love, Nan