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Thomas Hardy’s Cornwall

I must admit, I’m not the keenest of fans on the classics such as Thomas Hardy. Yet, after watching every conceivable adaptation of Far from the Madding Crowd, I gave the book a go. The impetus was also spurred on by the fact my dad keeps sheep.
After this, I kept seeing Hardy everywhere.

What will we do this weekend?


First Love

During a favourable May, Mr Cox and I visited Boscastle in search of spring flowers in the Valency Valley.
We walked the woodlands and visited the curious Minster Church, with the gravestone of the unjustly condemned witch knows as the “Fighting Fairy Woman of Bodmin Town”. Her skeleton hung in the Museum of Witchcraft until it was taken down and given a proper burial outside the consecrated ground of the churchyard.
Beyond lies the parish of St Juliot and in 1870, Hardy visited as an architect to restore the church. It was here he met and fell in love with his first wife Emma Gifford.
The churchyard is also home to some very old Cornish crosses.
Cross in St. Juliot’s Church

A broken heart

Mr Cox and I were stuck on what to do the following weekend. The sea mist had rolled in, covering Bude in a cold, cotton wool lump of mizzle.
We decided to venture out towards Bodmin Moor, to the small parish of St Clether. Named after one of the twenty-four children of St. Brychan, a 5th Century Welsh saint.
Here the sun shone and we took the winding, country lanes and came across a horse trap…
… for a moment, we were unsure if we’d travelled back in time but we had in fact stumbled upon a Thomas Hardy celebration in the parish. Specifically, for his poem, The Face in the Casement.
Before he married Emma, her sweetheart had been the curate’s son Willian Serjeant. She discovered William was dying from tuberculosis, so she decided to pay him one final visit.

This cosy house just by

I must call at for a minute,

A sick man lies within it

Who soon will die.

He wished to marry me,

So I am bound, when I drive near him,

To inquire, if but to cheer him,

How he may be.

Hardy waited outside the vicarage in his horse trap while Emma went inside to tell William she loved Hardy. When the couple left, Hardy noticed William, gazing from the window and deliberately – but regrettably – put his arm around Emma in a gesture of triumph.

Then I deigned a deed of hell; 

It was done before I knew it;

What devil made me do it

I cannot tell!

Yes, while he gazed above,

I put my arm about her

That he might see, nor doubt her

My plighted Love.

The pale face vanished quick,

As if blasted, from the casement,

And my shame and self-abasement

Began their prick.

The vicarage was recently up for sale and William Sejeant’s graves is in the churchyard opposite.
A short walk beyond the churchyard is the original church with a 6th century altar and holy well. The water ran through the church, and it’s believed one of the recesses held holy relics, which gave the water from the holy well supernatural powers.

A royal roam

On the day of the Royal Wedding, Mr Cox and I once again decided to venture out. This time, we stuck to the coast path.
My aim was to end up at the Boscastle Farm Shop, which does some very nice cakes and lunches.
Taking the coast path north at Hillsborough, we took a set of steep steps to Pentargon with it’s majestic waterfall and looming ahead is Beeny Cliff.
Hardy became estranged from his first wife, who died in 1912. In response, he returned to Cornwall to revisit the places linked with their courtship and wrote Poems of 1912-1913.
O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea, And the woman riding high above with bright hair flapping free – The woman whom I loved so, and who loyally loved me.
Beeny Cliff begins with their courtship, forty years earlier and ends in the present day.
What if still in chasmal beauty looms that wild weird western shore, The woman now is – elsewhere – whom the ambling pony bore, And nor knows nor cares for Beeny, and will laugh there nevermore.
Hardy is alone and Emma is now permanently lost to him. He uses the metaphor of the endless babble of the sea for time, which moves unmerciful forward without remorse for the people.
Although he married again, his heart was always with Emma. So much so, when he died, his ashes were interred in the Poets’ Corner of Westminster Abbey, but his heart was buried at Stinsford, Dorset, next to Emma.
To make the tale even more macabre, the man who removed Hardy’s heart left the room momentarily and returned to find the cat eating it. The cat was killed and also buried along with the slightly chewed remains of Hardy’s heart.
So, the moral is, you never realise what is on your doorstep until you look. And also, don’t leave anything lying around for a cat to find!


  • Patricia Lee Gauch

    My husband and I have walked Beeny Cliff, and had read Hardy’s B eeny Cliff poem, so felt Emma’s pony racing across the cliff to young Hardy’s delight. Not surprised that Hardy asked that his heart be buried next to Emma. But the cat, metaphorically, seemed to ring a real note, since Hardy was for many years thoughtless of his Emma who loved him so, and, some say, encouraged his earliest writing. I hear Beeny now.

    • emmacox

      It is a wonderful spot. I’m glad you and your husband got to enjoy it. I recommend reading A Pair of Blue Eyes if you have not yet done so. It is based on Hardy’s courting of Emma and set in Boscastle. I found it nice to read his evocative descriptions of the areas I knew, and you still get that same sense he did. It’s nice to know it hasn’t all changed.

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