But when it was delivered in London it was thus divided:—
“The Archdeacon of Cornwall is going to Hell; and you need not return.”
CHAPTER IX.
BUDE
An ugly place—Its charm in the air—Stratton—The battle of Stamford Hill—Churches—Norman remains—Frescoes at Poughill—Pancras Week—Bench-ends—Tonnacombe—Marhayes—Old Stowe—Church towers—Landmarks—The candle-end in Bridgerule Church—Bridget churches—The clover-field—Ogbeare Hall—Whitstone—Camps—Thomasine Bonaventura—Week S. Mary—The coast about Bude—Morwenstow—Robert S. Hawker—One of his ballads.
An unpicturesque, uninteresting place, wind-blown, treeless, but with sands—not always obtainable on the north coast—and with noble cliff scenery within easy reach.
There is nothing commendable in the place itself; the houses are as ugly as tasteless builders could contrive to erect; the church is of the meanest cheap Gothic of seventy years ago; but the air is exhilarating, the temperature is even, there are golf-links, and a shore for bathers.
BUDE