Yestreday, we began at Treverbyn, parking in a convenient lay-by just a few metres from the church. Although the church was
locked (in common with most in this area it seems - in contrast to other parts of the county) the gravestones
suggested that it was built in the 1840's - no doubt to support the growing industrial population of the nearby
china clay workings. The churchyard itself is only a short distance from one of the former clay quarries.

Our route followed a number of very attractive footpaths - many appeared to be old roads as they had good banks or
walls on either side. Occasionally we emerged from the footpaths, perhaps to cross a road, when it was surprising
to see just how close we were to the clay workings.
On just one of these we found a grassy bank beside the track to sit for our lunch - with a splendid view of
Goonbarrow in the distance!
There is, at times, such a network of official and unofficial paths that it is easy to take the wrong one - or at
least that is our excuse for ending up under the road bridge at Bugle, before back-traking about half a mile to go
where we wanted!
After a short walk along the road between Roche and Bugle - passing a splendid recent conversion of a former china
clay drier works into B&B accommodation - we took to an overgrown footpath. Before long it was almost choked with
untreated Japanese Knotweed - alas we could do little but struiggle through it and hope that we did not spread it
any further - but soon meregd onto a track (which we could have taken from the road it later transpired!)

This brought us to the foot of Roche Rocks with its old hermit's chapel or folly perched on the top. (A ladder up
the face of the rock gives the more intrepid visitor a marvellsous view from the top!) Soon after we arrived at
Roche. Again, the church was, alas, closed.

Unfortunately, Christine's foot was complaining - exacerbated by standing for long periods at the Royal Cornwall
Show the day before but we spotted a bus timetimable. Just for once it was a route that operates on Sunday - every
two hours - and just happened to go right past where we had parked. Discretion seemed the wisest move and so,
following a pleasant sit in the churchyard, we boarded the otherwise unused bus. The driver's takings were not
enahnced as we managed to find our rarely-used bus passes and trvaelled without further payment!

Yesterday was generally very low cloud - at sea level it was dry but as soon as our route took us up to the base of the cloud, it was rather damp. However, it never became so wet that we needed to take our waterproofs out of the rucksack.

We began at Par, with the chapel-of-ease called the Church of the Good Shepherd, in the main part of Par, close to the railway lines and china clay works.

The rail track from Par Docks runs inland and quickly joins the branch line to Newquay. A good footpath follows the route and that of a small river and, we think, the remains of the canal once built to the foot of the incline from the Treffrey Viaduct tram network. As the path crossed the track at one point, our predictions about a train being unlikely as two had alr4eady passed in the past 15 minutes (it is not exactly the busiest of routes) we spotted a Virgin train making its way slowly down to Par at about 20 mph - or less!

The path emerged at Tywardreath Highway and from there it was a short walk to St Blazey Church. From there we walked uphill and around to Par church. Although from the main road this feels as if it is at the top of a hill, it is actually art way down - as you soon discover when approaching it on foot. Thye cloud base was sufficiently low to leave the top of the steeple very unclear!

After eating our lunch in the hcurchyard, we continued through Tregrehan Mills and then up a hill to cross the newish Distributor Road before arriving at Boscoppa on the outskirts of St Austell. The church here meets in Bishop Bronscombe Church of England primary school.

It was downhill, through Bethel, almost all the way to Charlestown - this is one of the main Forward in Faith bases in Cornwall. It is set a little back from the harbour, once important for the export of china clay but now more popular with visitors as a base for a small fleet of sailing ships, wich appear in many films and television dramas.

After a plesant cup of tea and teacake, the last part of the walk followed the coastal path, through Carlyon Bay (why cannot the planners allow the development to continue? Wrecking objections from local residents serve only to leave this beach little better than a disaster area whilst official inquiries continue)