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Lament for a lost, semi-innocent world: Giles Auty remembers St Ives, half a century on from when he first painted there

I paid

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a first visit to St. Ives in the late 1950s and will never forget my first glimpse of the town from the hill above the railway station. For someone to whom the word ‘sea’ had hitherto largely meant 502 Bad Gateway the pebbly beaches
and endless mudflats of the google_ad_width = 970; coast of East Kent, the turquoise water, dazzling white […]