We are now off to see the Hurled Stones “The Hurlers”, a Dolmen: “Trethevy Quoit”, some granite cheeses piled up as a “Cheesewring” all to be found on Bodmin Moor …
|View from the pub|
… a little fresh air was required (it’s about the coldest I’ve been this year) … still we had a wander amongst the Hurlers and viewed the Cheesewring from afar. Lovely area though … we usually whizzed through on our way to Penzance or St Ives – where parent or family lived.
|Jenny having a good inspection of Trethevy Quoit|
First getting up close and personal with Trethevy Quoit was quite awe-inspiring … as I haven’t had that experience for decades, then it was with the Neolithic henges and megaliths of Penwith (west Cornwall), with my mother.
It is a portal tomb and now stands (rebuilt) atop the landscape in all its magnificence … it is known locally as “the giant’s house” – standing 9 feet (2.7m) high – that nickname makes perfect sense.
|Pub Sign relating to the legend|
The Hurlers – love the name of these henges (circles) – they derive from a legend, in which men were playing Cornish hurling, a Celtic game, on a Sunday … and were for punishment dramatically transformed into stones.
|Showing some of the Standing Stones|
in the Hurlers
Well it was a Sunday … would we survive? Looks like we did … there’s a bit more of anexplanation in my “H” post in this year’s A-Z.
We could see the “Cheesewring” in the distance from the Hurlers … named after a press-like device that was once used to make cheese. The granite slabs are 32 feet high (nearly 10 metres).
Wilkie Collins described the Cheesewring in 1861 in his book “Rambles Beyond the Railways”:
|The Cheesewring with a person|
to give the perspective
‘If a man dreams of a great pile of stones in a nightmare, he would dream of such a pile as the Cheesewring. All the heaviest and largest of the seven thick slabs are at the top; all the lightest and smallest at the bottom.'
|Bodmin Moor pony|
… then what does fresh air give you … a grumbling tummy for some lunch … so off we went – I can’t remember the name of the pub – but they had timber ‘cottages’ in the small spinney in the grounds – with a viewing platform out over Bodmin Moor.
|My roast pork - with the ubiquitous Yorkshire pudding ...|
gravy was on its way, as too apple sauce
They specialised in a real Sunday roast … with all the trimmings, which we followed with a traditional type dessert … I had crumble … Jenny had her meringue, ice-cream, Cornish cream and toffee sauce …
|Roast Beef ... more gravy was following!|
… we went very sadly on our way – I definitely was in the mood for a Sunday afternoon on the sofa … in a heap, letting my lunch enjoy itself … and I hadn’t had a glass of wine, or a cider … sad really!
|Apple and Blackberry Crumble with|
… but our next Emily spot was calling and now the clocks had gone back … it would be dark by 5.00 pm or so … more West Country tour posts to follow in the New Year ...
|One very happy Jenny!|
Have a happy last few days build up to Christmas and on towards the New Year ... all the best ... I have a few more non West Country tour posts ...
I have one final Emily post before Christmas ... which warrants some reading and thinking about - but as it is appropriate for this time of year ... I will post now - and then it's available for reading, when anyone feels like it.
Our time with Sally and her husband was one of the highlights of our tour ... as here meeting new friends, then later on near-relatives I had never met ...
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