Tregoseal stone circle
Charles was delighted yesterday to find this photo of Tregoseal stone circle when searching our photo files for pictures of Boat Cove. The only remaining photo of a body of work that took all of one winter to record and vanished into cyber space with one false click. This lone picture is all that survived a new earth mystery - the working of a computer.
Secreted in a small file marked winter it survived the holocaust that has seen many computer experts come and go scratching their heads as they left with an apologetic smile. So somewhere, as Charles transferred the data to disk for a departing American guest, the file floated away joining the earth mysteries of West Penwith.
The Nine Maidens Stone Circle
Perhaps we were not meant to keep the pictures but only remember the experience, as we tramped across the moors, along bridle paths and footpaths ordinance survey map in hand and our lovely old lurcher Dog Blaze bounding beside us. And what a winter we spent that year forging through the bracken as the earth slowly revealed the bronze age barrows side by side with the old industrial mine spoil and the tracery of long abandoned of tiny fields whispering quietly "I was here, I was here" only to slowly slide away with the approaching spring, back under the enveloping, luxuriant undergrowth that clothes the earth. The hut circles discreetly recorded on the map were found and carefully explored, some kindly, some lowering. Accordingly we would eat our picnics there or withdrew to a sheltering Cairn of rocks for what Blaze thought of as a pack huddle before returning home with our precious memories of ancient processional routes and flamboyant stone circles with the wind racing past our ears and making us feel more alive than ever before.
Blaze at the Nine Maiden's Stone Circle
Dear old Blaze left us a couple of years ago now, like the photo's only lent and like the earth waiting for the Spring
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