"NO WIND, NO RAIN, NO FOG...."

“NO WIND, NO RAIN, NO FOG....”

There’s a place that you must see,

A little Cornish village full of secrecy.

For years it was hidden without a road,

It’s oddities to tourists seldom bestowed.

Welcome to Warleggan, its mystery underpinned,

By the fictional Narnia, with whom it is twinned.

The somewhat isolated church of St Bartholomew,

Its little winding path, leading to empty pew.

The Reverend Densham his sermon echoes in exasperation,

“No wind, no rain, no fog, no congregation”

His parish absent, his words turned to dust,

Just faceless cut outs sat in the aisles with blind trust.

His death was as lonely as his mass,

His last breath on the bell tower steps did pass.

Arm stretched toward the twisted rope,

But, he expired before he could summon forlorn hope.

Two days he lay, with no one to care,

Now his ghost roams the grounds, chilling the air.

Warleggan, beautiful village, Bodmin wrapped around her,

“No wind, no rain, no fog, no vicar”

Phil Hall   November 2012

So breathtakingly Cornish. A haunted church, magical twin town and the mysterious writing in the visitors book. "No wind, no rain, no fog, no end"