Today we finally managed to find the layby near to the Lanyon Quoit (Neolithic Period) along the Morvah to Madron road in West Penwith. Having driven past many times it is a relief to finally find the right spot! Just a short leap over a stile and you are on the north end of a long barrow, which is not easily seen as it is covered in bracken and grass.
The dolmen* collapsed in a storm in 1815 and was re-erected 9 years later, and as a result the dolmen is now very different from its original appearance.
In the background is a more recent building, the Ding Dong mine. The mines themselves are believed to be the oldest in the UK, going back as far as the prehistoric period.
Near the mine ruins can be found the Bronze Age Nine Maidens Stone Circle, the Men-an-Tol as well as Lanyon Quoit. I do have photos of the Men-an-Tol, but need to go back and get some better ones. And also try to get closer to Ding Dong.
*A dolmen is a type of single-chamber megalithic tomb, usually consisting of two or more vertical megaliths supporting a large flat horizontal capstone (“table”), although there are also more complex variants. Most date from the early Neolithic (4000–3000 BC).
I like the colours in this twisted rope – the colours of Cornwall – with the yellow for the beaches, lichens and daffodil fields; turquoise and cyan for the sea and sky and the natural tones for the granite.
Oh, March, where did you go to so quickly? You flew by without me noticing and without my usual photo excursions. You started off raging like a lion, fierce winds ripped through the garden and down the chimney flue causing it to whistle and whine and making it too dangerous to light the fire. This was followed by a week of fog and mist and greyness. March has been the greyest month so far despite the lengthening of the days and then the forwarding of the clocks giving us an extra hour of daylight in the evening.
I watched as my hyacinths flowered and then were battered by the wind, the rain, the hail. I watched the daffodils in the lane bloom and die before I could even get a photo of them. I watched the garden birds chase each other around the trees: the chaffinches, the house sparrows, robins, blue tits and great tits. Willy Wagtail has been missing in action and the fieldfares have flown back to their homelands, even the starlings have departed to pastures new. So it is back to the corvids who have taken their position on the roof of the barn once more. A lonesome buzzard made an appearance and circled the sky looking for prey. Continue reading “Monthly Photo Challenge: March”→