The church of St Ruan is huddled down close to the Lizard. Its tower is charmingly covered in Virginia creeper.
Everything about it is small and a tall person will feel the need to stoop occasionally thanks to the low arches of the arcades.
Some of the memorials are touching: ‘lost at sea’ is common while one to a 16 year old boy who fell off the cliff is particularly heart-rending. Had he lived another five years, he would have been 21 at the outbreak of Word War I.
Note the unusual chancel which is higher than the nave
The 19thC font from Ruan Major
The blocked north door
The raising of the floor made the arcade very low
13thC piscina, repositioned
19thC lectern in serpentine
Clearly a capable lady