The following information was taken from the North Cornwall Clusters of Churches website.
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.
History
St. Enodoc, a chapel in the parish of St Minver, stands, enigmatically, among the sand dunes above Daymer Bay. It is overshadowed by Brea Hill and is nowadays surrounded by the fairways of the St. Enodoc Golf Course. Why this charming chapel is here is a mystery. That it is an ancient place of worship is without doubt, some of the architecture can be traced back to the 12th century. It is mentioned in a list of the chapels dependant upon St Minver in 1299.
Since its renovation in 1864 this chapel has found a particular place in the affections of countless people, both visitors and residents alike. Sir John Betjeman was particularly fond of it and he lies buried in the churchyard.
St Enodoc continues to be a place of prayer, and reflection only through the voluntary work of many people. We are grateful to the work of our churchwardens, organists, flower arrangers, and many more to ensure that St Enodoc continues to be a living and beautiful witness to the Christian faith.
Welcome to the chapel of St Enodoc by John Betjeman: Trebetherick
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…
