When the seagulls follow the trawler, it is because they think sardines will be thrown into the sea.
Heck, Eric is right, seagulls do follow fish laden vessels. I know, I know, he meant it in some weird metaphorical way, but once sat in the pretty terrace of the Porthminster Beach Cafe it's the only reality you need to know.
Eric's seafaring knowledge may have been acquired on the Cote d'Azur but the white sand, sparkling blue sea and cerulean sky of St Ives give the French Riviera a run for its money.
For a beach cafe this is some classy joint; blue awnings, white china, stripped wood and fish so fresh it could have leapt on your plate from the waves a few feet away.
Needless to say we whiled away a good few hours sipping Prosecco, crunching and sucking on lobster claws and generally having a time of it. (C'mon, we earned it after 6 hours hard cliff walking.)
The food is great and prettily presented but, on this sunny afternoon, it is the ludicrously picturesque view, the susurration of the waves and the seagulls' cries (following the trawlers) that make this such an enchanting venue for lunch, tea or dinner. Now where the hell are those sardines?