A Book of Dartmoor by Sabine Baring-Gould — Read

An out-of-the-world spot -- The church dilapidated -- The / clerk -- Situation of Lydford -- An early fortress -- The church of S. / Petrock -- British foundations -- Monument of the watch-maker -- The / castle -- A prison -- Mr. Radford -- Will Huggins -- Primitive / gate-hinges -- The gorge -- The waterfall -- The Gubbins crew -- Black / Down -- Entries in the registers of Mary Tavy -- Mary and Peter Tavy / churches -- Bridestowe church -- Bronescombe's Loaf and Cheese -- Tavy / Cleave -- Peat-works -- Cross on Sourton Down.

Fifty years ago Lydford was one of the most out-of-the-world and wild spots in England. I had almost written God-forsaken, but checked my pen, for God forsakes no place, though He may tarry to bless. There were no resident gentry -- there never had been, as a glance at the registers reveals. There was no resident rector -- there had not been within the memory of the oldest inhabitant. The rector was a wealthy pluralist, rector of Southill and Callington, in Cornwall, who hardly ever showed his face in Lydford, the largest parish in England, and maintained a poor curate there on a hundred pounds a year in a miserable cottage.