My watercolour of the church in Daymar Bay

We walked to St. Enodoc Church in Daymar Bay.

Here, after the noise and surfing bustle of Polzeath, it is warm and calm. John Betjamin is buried here. I sketched a water colour on the sloping churchyard at the back of the church (below). This tiny church was, for many years until the restoration in 1863, actually buried in the sand.

It is quite a contrast to the mighty Basilica of St. Mary Major. Strange how the same religion can produce such contrasts in style and atmosphere. I think I prefer St. Enodoc. There could be no more beautiful spot in the entire world.

Reading for today (Book of the Apocolypse):

And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea.

And I, John, saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.

And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God.

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful.

(Revelation 21:1-5)