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!