youlestone

Updated: May 20, 2025

Above Youlestone village, overlooking the valley and the river, and the square-towered church, stood Barracombe House, backed by Barracombe Woods, and owned by Sir Timothy Crewys, of Barracombe.

Mrs. Henry De La Pasture - Peter's Mother

"I wonder why there is something so essentially unromantic in the profession of a cook?" "Her family went to Australia, and they are quite rich people now: no more cooks than you and me," said Sarah, gravely. "But Happy Jack won't leave Youlestone, though he says they tempted him with untold gold. And he wouldn't touch his hat to Sir Timothy, because he was his cousin. That was another skeleton."

Mrs. Henry De La Pasture - Peter's Mother

The canon had been absent from Youlestone on a long holiday, and on his return found that the workmen, who had reigned over Barracombe for nearly two years, had at length departed.

Mrs. Henry De La Pasture - Peter's Mother

There are no very near neighbours I mean, not the sort of people they would recognize as neighbours except the Hewels. Youlestone is such an out-of-the-way place, and Sir Timothy was never on intimate terms with any one. Mrs. Hewel is a fool there was only little Sarah whom Lady Mary made a pet of but she had no friends.

Mrs. Henry De La Pasture - Peter's Mother

Peter and Sarah hardly exchanged a word during their return journey from the moors after the unlucky picnic; and at the door of Happy Jack's cottage in Youlestone village she commanded her obedient swain to deposit the luncheon basket, and bade him farewell. The aged road-mender, to his intense surprise and chagrin, had one morning found himself unable to rise from his bed.

Mrs. Henry De La Pasture - Peter's Mother

"'Twude be a grand marriage vor the likes o' yu, Miss Zairy, vor the Crewys du be the yoldest vambly in all Devonsheer, as I've yeard tell; and yure volk bain't never comed year at arl befar yure grandvather's time. Eh, what a tale there were tu tell when old Sir Timothy married Mary Ann! 'Twas a vine scandal vor the volk, zo 'twere; but I wuden't niver give in tu leaving Youlestone.

Mrs. Henry De La Pasture - Peter's Mother

"The next thing I want you to arrange is the purchase of those twenty acres of rough pasture and gorse, right in the centre of the property," said John, "rented by the man who lives outside Youlestone, at what they call Pott's farm, for his wretched, half-starved beasts to graze upon. He's saved us the trouble of exterminating the rabbits there, I notice." "He's an inveterate poacher.

Mrs. Henry De La Pasture - Peter's Mother

The band had reached a level plateau below the terrace garden, and was playing martial airs to encourage stragglers in the procession, and to give the principal inhabitants of Youlestone time to arrive, and to regain their wind after the steep ascent. Every time a batch of new arrivals recognized Peter's tall form on the terrace, a fresh burst of cheering rose.

Mrs. Henry De La Pasture - Peter's Mother