Our Defenceless Monuments: The Threat to Cornwall’s Heritage


Cornwall is blessed with a long and fascinating history. Although visitors are often drawn to the county by the so called ‘Poldark effect’ many more are also seeking out our enigmatic prehistoric monuments. I wanted to take a look at the hidden threat to this precious heritage.


Cornwall has some of the oldest prehistoric sites in England. The rolling landscape is dotted with hundreds of stone circles, cairns and quoits, some predating the Egyptian pyramids. Continue reading


Logan Rock – Louden Hill, Bodmin Moor

There are a few places in Cornwall that are really special to me that I tend keep to myself and until now the logan rock on Louden hill was one of those places. But after walking out there today I decided its just too fun not to share!

bodmin moor

Bodmin moor is relatively small when you compare it to Dartmoor or the wilds of Wales and Scotland but that for me is part of the attraction. It means that within a few minutes the walker can find themselves in complete solitude and in a strange and forgotten country. Continue reading

To the Stripple Stones

Whatever the time of year I love the moors. Whether it is in the depths of winter when the air is sharp with cold, one of those days the wind tugs at you and takes your breath away or at the height of a bright blue-skied summers day. Then its a very different place, you can hear the heat coming from the stones and the grass cracks under your feet.


Watching the cloud shadows moving across those wide empty spaces, that is where I feel really at peace.  But of course these are not really empty spaces and each time I visit I find another new reason to go back.

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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 ago led me to meet a group of strangers with whom I would spend many a happy hour in the vast emptiness of Bodmin Moor.


Since I left home aged 20 and flew to Germany on a complete whim my long suffering parents have been used to my often rather impulsive behaviour but even I questioned whether I was thinking straight on that first morning. We had never met before, not even spoken on the phone but when Roy, Stuart and Colin arrived in a beat up old truck full of tools I, with no hesitation climbed aboard, and set out across the moor with 3 total strangers!

When I try to explain to people what we did this summer they usually fall into two camps: the intrigued and the confused.  In short we were uncovering large pieces of granite on a wild and windswept moor.

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When is a Stone Circle not a stone circle?

The names spin by outside the car, Buryas Bridge, Drift, Catchall and then I see the tiny turning that I need and swing the car in, on to the dirt road.  This is the track to Boscawen-un, one of the first ancient places on the Penwith that I ever came to.  That was probably 20 years ago and it was very different then, all overgrown with bracken and with the silent peace of a place rarely visited.  Whenever I came here I was alone with the skylarks.



Since then this Bronze age monument has had some maintenance and the site has been cleared revealing this special place a little more.  And it is special for several reasons, for a start this stone circle is not a circle – its an oval!  The placement of the 19 upright stones apparently follows the course that the moon takes across the night sky.


There is a central stone which leans at quite a dramatic angle and to the south side the largest stone is a beautiful solid piece of bright white quartz, 20160517_145436reminiscent of the stones at Duloe I recently wrote about.  There are so many stories about this circle which I don’t need to repeat here but the idea that always sticks for me is that places like Boscawen-un were multi-purpose. Stone circles were meeting places and market places as much as a focus for worship and ceremony.  If you look at a map of this area, because of the lack of development, you can easily trace the old routes through the countryside.  There are tracks that weave naturally through the landscape from village to standing stone to quiot to circle to village to harbour and so on.  These ancient ways fascinate me and I love walking along them.  Its strange sometimes to think that many of our modern roads follow those old routes.  The A30, which is the main road connecting our peninsula county with the rest of the country, is believed to follow the original Roman road west.  And no doubt the Romans were following a much older route themselves.  Layers of history beneath our feet.


To visit Boscawen-un is pretty easy, although in winter the track to the stones can be VERY muddy (wellies on!) and parking is limited but in all likelihood you’ll be alone anyway.

From the A30 you follow the track which winds a short distance towards a farm, you can park your car where the track widens out and there is a large triangular stone sticking up out of the hedge.  From here go the rest of the way is about 20 mins on foot, keep the farm and barns on your left and follow until you reach a split in the track with a wooden signpost, take the right branch.

Just keep following this leafy lane, sometimes it can get a bit wild and overgrown, until you see a small wooden gate on your left, there is a small sign here too.  You have arrived. Breath deep and enjoy the quiet.

For more another stroll to one of Cornwall’s ancient places try:

Zennor Quoit: Take a walk with me or Tregiffian Barrow & the Cup-marked Stone