I was in St Ives May 2nd; a nightmare for any motorised vehicle but as it was our last day before coming back we thought it would be nice to grab a pasty. Rowes is the only true pasty, and the shop is (apparently, more of that later) in a tiny street by the harbour. I gave Her Majesty brief directions and waited on the road right by the quay; engine running (Sorry, David Attenborough) in a loading bay. I waited a few minutes and instead of HM with delicious pasties the local ticket donor appears. He looks at me, so with my biggest smile I say, "I'm waiting to load a couple of pasties." "Sounds like shopping to me," he replies. "I'll have to make a note but you've got a few minutes."
Within the minute HM reappears; unable to find the right shop she had wisely grabbed others. We went off and enjoyed them, and so far I haven't heard a peep out of St Ives. I know it has only been 14 days, but maybe he was feeling kind.