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JUNE

55

CONCIERGE

DOWN TIME

WORDS AND PHOTOS

ANDREW MARSHALL

As the swirling fog began to close in

around me, I clearly remembered the

farmer’s words, “If you are not back

in two hours I’ll sell the car.” He had

been joking of course, but I still began

to wonder. What had started out as

an open path quickly became a deep

muddy rut hedged in by needle-sharp

gorse that scratched and pulled at my

legs as I tried to push through.

What was I doing stumbling around

on a Cornish moor, near Land’s End on

a drizzly April day, you may well ask,

and by the look on my partner’s face, I

know she was asking herself the same

thing. But the setting was perfect and

the atmosphere of inclemency couldn’t

be bettered. We climbed up onto a

flat area, and there, through a brief

parting of the mist we first spotted

it. Standing gaunt and stark against a

hillside cloaked in purple heather, was

the giant chambered barrow of Chûn

Quoit, a Neolithic burial chamber with

its huge capstone seated on four solid

walls of rock. It had the power

of presence to literally stop us in

our tracks.

Megalithic stones are literally

scattered across the Cornish

countryside and embrace several

thousand years of history. From

solitary standing stones that point

accusing fingers at the sky, holy wells

hidden deep within woodlands still

used for pagan rites, and impressive

stone circles that crest the tops of

windswept moors – this is a region

that retains strong connections with its

mystical past.

The wide variety of sacred stone

sites makes an excellent focus for a car

tour of the region and most are marked

on good road maps of Cornwall. The

Land’s End peninsula in particular has

more archeological sites than anywhere

else in Britain with around 800 in a

128 sq km area. With the abundance

of bed-and-breakfast accommodation,

boutique seaside hotels, and an ample

choice of traditional pubs and tea

rooms for refreshments en route,

driving Cornwall’s distinctive narrow

lanes heading for the next site is pure

pleasure.

Standing alongside Chûn Quoit, I

was instantly struck by its proportions.

It’s estimated that the capstone alone

weighs more than eight tons. Who

built it? How did they engineer the

movement and positioning of such

colossal rocks? Chambered barrows

are believed to be among the oldest

Chun Quoit