Welcome to the chapel of St Enodoc
Then roller into roller curled
And thundered down the rocky bay,
And we were in a water world
Of rain and blizzard, sea and spray,
And one against the other hurled
We struggled round to Greenaway.
Blesséd be St Enodoc, blesséd be the wave,
Blesséd be the springy turf, we pray, pray to thee…
John Betjeman: Trebetherick
Once almost buried in the sands, the chapel now stands amid the fairways of St. Enodoc Golf Course. Overshadowed by Brea Hill, and nestling among the sand dunes above Daymer Bay, this charming chapel comes as unexpected find for many visitors. It is an ancient place of worship that continues today to offer sanctuary, worship and prayer to all who are willing to make the trek along the footpaths between the fairways. Sometimes dodging golf balls, other times battling Atlantic gales – a visit to St Enodoc is never straightforward, ever different, and always a delight.
Since its renovation in the 19th century this chapel has found a particular place in the affections of countless people, both visitors and residents alike. The former Poet Laureate, Sir John Betjeman was particularly fond of it and he lies buried in the churchyard.
