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Too cold for the Lady of the Lake, the Hurlers and Minions

After a glorious uninterrupted sleep at the Jamaica Inn ( yeah...no ghosts during the night) we had a beautiful breakfast and a bit of a shop in their merchandising area.

Might have purchased a few things!

The day started rainy, then it cleared and got a little warmer so after leaving we drove to the Dozmary Pool only 5 minutes away.


The Dozmary Pool is part of the Arthurian legends and it is claimed that it is here that you will find the Lady of the Lake, the enchantress Viviane and where the future King Arthur rowed out to be given the sword Excalibur.

The moment we took our cameras out to record it started to literally pour down with what was firstly rain and then hail. Then it cleared.

We took that moment in time to try and record a little and again, the moment we started it began pouring again.

So we decided to move on and find our next quirky place name destination which was Minions.


This was about 45 minutes away and upon reaching this tiny village we stopped for morning tea.

There was something about the place that we stopped at that said...hmmm...maybe this is not a good choice but hey, we went in anyway.

We were greeted by the owner, who was about 70, and he showed us to a table which had a thick plastic table covering over it.

It was too late to back out - we did not want to be rude.

It was obvious this fellow was so delighted to see us - but nothing had changed in that establishment since 1975 I am sure.

He was so proud of his cream teas and well, in for a penny in for a pound, we decided to give it a crack -  what could go wrong, so, yes please, we will have two.

When he bought them out everything looked perfect but the scones were not fresh. Nope, not even yesterdays - but we did our best and tried to be really nice.

We got two scones each and they watched us eat, even asking if we had had a cream tea before.

Oh yes we had...and they were better than this one!

Then we went looking for the Hurlers.

The Hurlers are standing stones not far from the village but off the main road.


The monument, which was excavated in the 1930s, consists of three adjacent stone circles aligned north-east to south-west. To the west is a pair of outlying upright stones standing close together, known as the Pipers.

Of the northern circle 15 original stones are visible, and excavation revealed the buried holes for a further ten, now represented by marker stones. The regular spacing of the stones suggests there would have been five more, giving 30 in all.

A strip of granite paving, found in excavation, ran between this and the central circle.

The central circle, the best preserved of the three, has 14 original stones and 14 markers. All the stones were hammered smooth, and the chippings were deposited nearby. The southern circle, which has not been excavated, is the least well preserved: it has nine original stones of which seven have fallen.

Stone robbing has damaged all the circles to some extent, while the introduction of cattle on to Bodmin Moor has resulted in many of the stones falling over: cows use them as scratching posts, eroding the ground and undermining them.

The small pits visible within the southern and central circles, and a slight bank crossing the central circle, are the remains of post-medieval tin mining.

Again, we made it out of the car and boom - hail started pelting us from the heavens above. I decided to stay outside in it because this was a totally new experience for me. The hail was tiny but in massive amounts and it was fascinating to experience. 


I know - I'm a bit weird like that.

After a few more photos once the hail had stopped we decided that it was about time we headed to Glastonbury.

We finally arrived around 5.30pm to St Anne's Bed and Breakfast. We have stayed there before and Estelle, who manages it is beautiful and she runs a very charming and beautiful establishment.

There is always plenty of snacks, coffee and she makes amazing breakfasts.


We need some down time.

There will be no ghost hunting here.

This is purely some spiritual sanity and healing time - in other words, we buy books and stuff we don't need but have to have.

Two nights here will help my shoulder heal and maybe Anne will cure her jaw pain - she has been suffering with pain ever since we left.

Tonight Anne will be up at 1am UK time to watch her son marry his true love via Skype. This pair of beautiful souls have had 3 attempts at getting married with Corona getting in the way every time.

NOW - fingers crossed it's only hours away. Congratulations Alex and Sarah.

 




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  1. Awwww I hope your trip gets better as the days go by. I guess that’s part of the adventure, finding out where NOT to go next time round lol. Hope you have so much fun you forget about your pain. On to the next 💙💙

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  2. Loving keeping up with your adventures! Enjoy your few days of relaxation before the next funny named town needs to be visited! xx

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