On this day last year I climbed the hill to Wembury Church, a place that holds a lot of memories as well as being the final resting place for my paternal grandparents and my father’s brother and sister.
Also the church and the mill below are the only two surviving buildings of what was the village of Wembury that suffered the same fate as Hallsands although Wembury was natural and not by the hand of man. Subsequently the farm land was sold off and developed into the new village it has now become.
Then today we climbed up the hill to Brentor Church again a place that holds a lot of memories as a boy and a chorister, although the last time I was in the Church was probably nearly 35 years ago. However it was good to climb as a family and enjoy each other’s company and the spectacular views from the top.
For those of you interested in the folklore surrounding the Church of St Michael de Rupe (St Michael of the Rock) I have blogged about it earlier.