Allright I admit it. I was totally seduced by St Ives (where I’ve just spent Christmas) and have been a complete tourist there. Having said that, the project is about being a tourist, so here’s a Cornish contact sheet taken over the week.

Normal service will be resumed after new years day, but in the meantime, here’s a transcript of one of the conversations I had there, illustrating one of the pitfalls of travelling to somewhere with a very different kind of beach to the one you’re used to:

“Excuse me? The man in the cafe downstairs said it might be possible to use your toilet?”
“Are you Sandy?”
“Um no, my name is Chris. Did he phone up to let you know I was popping up?”
“Actually there’s a public toilet just up the road but as he said you could come up its fine but I wanted to know if you were Sandy?”
“Like I said, my name is Chris, maybe you got me confused with someone else? What’s your name?”
“I’m Margaret. It’s lovely to meet you but I’ve just done the floors see and you can’t come in if you’re sandy because I don’t want to have to do them all again.”
“No, no, I told you, my name is Chris and, oh, I see what you mean. No, really, I’m not sandy at all. Can I come in?”