Drugs and poetry,
The parson’s opium den.
Tucked against the cliff.
One of my problems is I don’t always think things through properly, and end up having to publish two posts in a day to clarify things. So my last post may have been confusing. Is that a bad thing? Well welcome to my world of perpetual bewilderment… So to give context to my last post – this is the full Hawker’s Hut. Named after a local parson, Robert Stephen Hawker(1803 – 1875),who built it from driftwood and timber retrieved from shipwrecks, with a turf roof. Still remarkably preserved, and owned by the National Trust. Hawker used the hut as a bolt hole, with beautiful views over the Atlantic Ocean, where he would write poetry and smoke opium.
Now the previous post makes sense?
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