The only village of any size we passed through - and it really was a case of blink and you'll miss it - was Warleggan. Apart from being the name of some character in that dubious costume drama set in Cornwall, Poldark, it's known for its eccentric (not mad) vicar, the Reverend Frederick Densham, its incumbent between 1931 and 1953. Rev Densham's eccentricity and autocratic habits led to a boycott by parishioners and caused him to preach to his dead predecessors' name cards, otherwise an empty church. It is said for over twenty years he preached to an empty church and, week after week as the service reached its conclusion, he would note poignantly in the register, “No fog, no wind, no rain, no congregation”. His death in 1953 was as lonely as his life had been. He died on the staircase of the vicarage where he lay undiscovered for two days. When they finally found his body, his arm was reaching for the bell rope, his last moments having evidently been spent attempting to summon the assistance of his alienated parishioners. There's one more thing to say about Rev Densham: his ghost is supposed to haunt the church grounds, trying to entice people to join a service.
There's always something interesting, if not downright strange, around every corner in Cornwall.
Here's the route, way to the west of Bodmin Moor and just outside of St Neot. |
And in the bell tower a fern shadowing a plaque to repairs made in 1754. Looks like they have a little problem with damp. |
Shall we call this one 'dead tree with lichen'? |
An attractive combination of gorse and heather. Interestingly the heather was much further advanced than it was on our Dartmoor walk last week. |
On a wall of a house in Mount village. Foreign spirituous liquors? Probably referring to brandy and rum and dating from the mid 1700s when excise duty was a big deal. Think smugglers. |
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