Well, Cornwall and Mevagissey were great, despite the fact we only scratched the surface of it. We did St Ives and Minack and Lands End and Eden Project and the very well signposted Lost Gardens of Heligan and the Eden Project and Fowey and the St Mawes to Falmouth ferry and got a load of lovely new lighthouses.
It was also a very productive week from a poetry point of view, as I got a good number of serious poems out of the visit, which I'm busy messing about with now on my return. Sadly we didn't get up to Betjeman's famous St. Enodoc's Church but that can do another day.
As someone who tries to write comic verse, I was particularly taken by the ode above in Mevagissey Church written in 1632. It relates to a family called Dart who are buried in or around the church:
Death shoots, sometimes as archers doe,
One dart to find another;
But now, by shooting, hath found four,
And all lay'd here together.
Here lyeth the father and his sons,
Four daughters, whose names shall be
(Although their days on earth be done)
Praysed to Eternitye.
The warfare past, the Darts must rest,
This grave shall be the quiver.
Where they shall rest till, with the blest,
They be revived for ever.