News and Articles

  • Spirit Level

    This article is not about "The Virus". It is about what happens when enough people experience something so significant that what passes for our ‘normal life’ cannot cope any longer.
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  • The Mess - Important Project Update

    In this article we are writing to inform you of some important changes in relation to the youth project and more specifically, The Mess Youth Centre. On-the-Edge, having run for nearly 14 years has primarily been funded through local churches, individuals and one-off grants or events.
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  • Slow down – and catch up with God

    As the rectory is buffeted by another day of gale force winds, in the wake of storms Ciara and Dennis, I am amazed at the resilience of the leaves on the beech hedge that surrounds the garden.
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  • Fear Not!

    While public services have been suspended for the moment, all our churches are open every day and certain events, like The Well Well, will continue to offer sanctuary and space to think for everyone.
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  • Changes to bring Churches Closer.

    Bringing closer co-operation between the moorland churches of the Moreton benifice and the Whiddon Parishes
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  • Swift Project

    2019 was a strange year for Swifts all over the country and Chagford's birds were no exception.
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  • Update from On The Edge

    ‘Granny Lizley’ - the one and only Liz Goodwin, loved by all the young people who have been to The Mess over the years. Liz started volunteering at The Mess right at the beginning when it opened and has been a constant presence ever since. We are all very sad to see her go (although I’m sure she will keep in touch), but wish her all the best for the new journey ahead – whatever it ends up being! Thanks for all the laughs, love and support! You are amazing!
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  • TIDES

    I perched on a lichen-tipped ledge on the side of the headland. Above me wheeled two over-attentive crows, hungry no doubt. Below me the strong tide was coming in, wave after wave. The long sands, where earlier I had walked, had been swiftly concealed again; the light-strewn shoreline of flotsam and pebbles and dog prints was being churned up and washed clean in the most beautiful fashion.
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