The Propped Stone of Leskernick Hill

The connections between ancient man, the stones structures they built and the natural rulers of the skies – the sun and the moon – are overwhelming.  It seems to me impossible to understand what mattered to our ancestors without taking into account the struggle they faced with the elements and their battle to understand their often hostile […]

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Men Gurta – Cornwall’s Largest Standing Stone

Men Gurta or the St Breock Longstone stands high on the St Breock Downs within sight of a modern windfarm. Although the view from the hill is as good reason as any to visit this particular stone well worth looking for, it is a giant. In fact it is the largest and heaviest in standing stone […]

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The Stones of Leskernick Hill

It has taken me far too long to get around to writing this article and it is only the thought of getting back out on the moor again in a few days time that forced my thoughts to turn once again to this unwritten story. It actually began with this blog.  A piece I wrote many months […]

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Those Ruined Places: Westmoor

Bodmin Moor feels like a place with secrets and stories to tell.  Perhaps it’s the wildness, the wide open spaces and the distance that makes the visitor feel that this is a place that you will never really know completely or quite understand.  I do know that it is under my skin.  If I didn’t live […]

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The Rillaton Cup – A King & our lost Cornish Gold

No one these days really knows what a collar stud is, let alone wears one but King George V certainly did and he is said to have kept his in a rather special place. The county of Cornwall is not really known for its treasure troves, we live in hope of a discovery like Sutton Hoo to put the our long-forgotten kings […]

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The Singular Mr Daniel Gumb & his house of rocks

Walking out in to the silence of Bodmin moor when the sky is bright blue and the air is still there is a kind of rare peacefulness for me.  The whisper of the breeze though the dried grasses. The buzz of various flying beasties seems so loud in that vast open space.  Tricked by the recent […]

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Remembering the Murder of Charlotte Dymond

Charlotte Dymond’s body was found on the lonely moors near Camelford. It was April 1844 and Cornwall was overcome with shock. But there was something else too – a kind of unsavoury excitement.  This was the stuff of Penny Dreadful fiction and the public was loving it. A beautiful and pious young girl brutally murdered on a Sunday, while […]

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Garrow Tor

 A story inspired by a walk on Bodmin moor I sit gazing up at the grey rocks above me, like giant building blocks slung at the soft grey-green hill, their solid immovability pleases me and it settles my mind.  Walking always has helped me to relax and today is no different. My seat is a […]

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