Holsworthy was the nearest town to where we stayed. The town had an excellent viaduct which I couldnt find and a lovely little church which I could find but was closed. Not doing very well, was I? Anyway, took some photographs of what I could. Here is the slideshow with some more photographs.
There is a war memorial on the grounds, topped with a Celtic cross and inscribed with the names of the parishioners who died in the WW1 and WW2. As I keep on saying frequently, people who forget the past are condemned to repeat it. England / UK remembers its dead and while one can argue that it doesn't learn from the past and keeps on having wars, still, the brave men are remembered.
The side chapel door was also closed although the gate was very well constructed with lovely decorations around the gate.
So I started walking around the church. It was wet and raining and thoroughly miserable and fairly waterlogged.
The stone walls were old old old and they were lichen clad, and flaking off. By this time, i was freezing and cold and waterlogged and wet and and and, so decided to pop into a local tea shop for a cuppa. Lovely tea pot cum tea cup, eh?
These Cornishmen are an inventive lot.