"Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old service books."
[Extract from Diary of a Church Mouse by Sir John Betjeman.]
Surrounded by sand dunes and the St Enodoc Golf Course, this church was given the name of "Sinkinny Church" by locals, due to the fact that before major restorations in the mid 1800s it was almost buried by sand - in fact so badly engulfed by sand that the vicar had to be lowered down through a skylight to perform a serice once a year (a requirement if it was to remain in use as a church).
Sir John Betjeman is buried in the churchyard and even wrote a poem about the church he loved so much. Entitled Sunday Afternoon Service in St Enodoc Church, Cornwall, in it he writes: "Come on! Come on! This hillock hides the spire & all things draw towards St Enodoc."