St. Ives Times & Echo

The St. Ives Times and Echo is an independent, weekly local newspaper based in St Ives, Cornwall, England, United Kingdom. Published every Friday, its circulation covers the St. Ives Bay Area and is intensive in the old Borough area of St Ives which encompasses Carbis Bay Halsetown and Lelant (TR26). In Hayle (TR27) the newspaper is published under its own banner of The Hayle Times with identical content. Very local indeed, however, it does cover some national and occasionally international news items, particularly art related, which have local interest or appeal. Its current proprietor and editor is Mr Toni Carver.

The modern Times & Echo is the result of a number of incorporations culminating with the amagamation of The Western Echo (founded in 1899) and The St. Ives Times (founded in 1910) amalgamated in 1957. The St Ives Printing and Publishing Company that owns the newspaper also prints the newspaper itself, as well as printing and publishing and books on art and the environment.

The St Ives Times and Echo is unusual and unique in published local newspapers for several reasons. It prints on recycled sc mechanical paper (since the 1960s), instead of the more normal newsprint, as well as printing photographs (black & white only) to a higher resolution than is normal for a newspaper. It has advertisements on its front page (the Cornish & Devon Post also does this), and it prints in ISO SRA 3 page format (bigger than tabloid but smaller than broadsheet). The main office is in the High Street in St. Ives.

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