Just ten minutes walk away is St Enedoc church where John Betjeman is buried and I went in there to say a prayer for Mum. It was decorated for Harvest Festival the next day and was looking so lovely.
(From the 16th century to the middle of the 19th century, the church was virtually buried by sand dunes. To maintain the tithes required by the church, it had to host services at least once a year, so the vicar and parishioners descended into the sanctuary through a hole in the roof. By 1864 it was finally unearthed and the dunes were finally stabilized).