Some Neolithic sites in Cornwall – Photos

There’s power in the stones!

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I seem to have an affinity with Neolithic standing stones. I can stand there and be transported back through history. I can imagine those early tribesmen standing there and performing their rites. It speaks to me.

Cornwall was a major site of Neolithic activity. There is much to see.

Boscawen-un Stone Circle

Chysauster Neolithic Village

Solitary Stone.

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13 thoughts on “Some Neolithic sites in Cornwall – Photos

  1. Namaste Opher, how you doing? πŸ™‚

    Just taking a break from both writing and boxes and with a cuppa in hand thought I’d drop-by and take five amongst the stones πŸ™‚

    These are fine looking sites – well visited with paths well worn but so they should be: their mysterious lull remains still lingering calling us to gather where they stand, even now after thousands of years. I think we share a fascination with these magical places, I to have visited many sites throughout Wales and the UK, some arrived at quite by chance rather than with deliberate intention on my part. They are so much a part of the Welsh landscape that many are indifferent to them, but they hold my attention whenever seen.

    The 7th image, the entrance and exit is quite remarkable – it lulls me in to the complex beyond, and I’d delight in travelling through it, almost as if passing through a portal to another age entirely.

    The first image reminds me of a site in South Wales – which I couldn’t recall – where stands a similar stone, both in size and shape, believed to have been erected at an incline deliberately for fertility rites: it is thought the power of the stone enhanced potency during the act of coitus, which perhaps took place on it.

    I think of all the sites I’ve been to – other than the Mighty Stonehenge on the Salisbury Plain – Avebury is possibly amongst my favourites, least of all because of West Kennet Long Barrow, which stands within close proximity of Silbury Hill – once flashing brilliant white and said to be the oomphalos of Neolithic culture. The stones and perhaps the complex as well was erected by The Beakers between 2500 and 2000 BC. I imagine you might have visited this site and perhaps entered the Long Barrow as I did. It is quite a transformative experience, especially upon exiting the tomb back into the light…that distant sense of metaphysical ‘rebirth’ prevails and is quite overwhelming.

    Many thanks for posting…I enjoyed being reminded of their power and enigma…It’ll help no end as I set to once again lifting and shifting boxes lol πŸ™‚

    Namaste πŸ™‚


    1. Dewin – we went for a longish walk this morning in the still cold air. It was pleasant and refreshing.
      I was reading the poems along the promenade and thinking of you and your work. You are the master of rhyme – yet I felt that it was time – for you to mime – another sign – while yet in your prime. Extend your wits – of story telling fits – into tales of other bits – to clasp within your mits. A challenge to grasp and hold fast within all time so vast. As your stories spin and follow your whim through tunnel dim towards the light within.
      Time to try your hand in a different land, a different mode in which to unload, a different art in which to chart your imagination.
      How about leaving the safety of the rhyme to commit a bigger crime and tell the story straight to test your fate?

      1. Namaste Opher πŸ™‚

        Now that is a reply! I almost choked on my burger and chips! πŸ™‚

        How on earth do I respond to such kindly thoughts and generous comment? I don’t know quite what to say.

        Firstly, thank you for thinking of me whilst you enjoyed a perambulation on the promenade. Secondly, do you mean setting aside rhyming poems for a different form of poem – sestina, elegy, villanelle, limerick, ode, paradelles etc? Or do you mean testing fate with traditional story-telling writing prose not poem? (The very thought terrifies me, and what may I ask do I do with a pot full of feathers waiting to be dipped in poetic ink? lol πŸ™‚ )

        Thirdly, what do you mean by tales of other bits exactly? Perhaps other genres outside of my usual fayre: like sci-fi, historical drama, psychological thrillers, crime fiction etc?

        Fourthly, I passed my prime many years ago – it probably didn’t last long and that’s why I missed it! lol πŸ™‚ But I think you refer to my newly found love of writing and embracing its myriad forms with a view to finding enjoyment with several mistresses rather than just the one wife? πŸ˜‰

        Fifthly, I like the phrase, ‘a different mode in which to unload, a different art in which to chart your imagination,’ and wish I’d written it!

        With regards to the lyrical content and meaning of your comment, am I in any way close to the mark?

        Thank you for your encouragement and suggestion…I’d be delighted to hear more. You can give it to me straight, or in a rhyme, either is perfect, both are fine, and finely flowing, like fine wine, from the inky dip of your feather’s tip.

        Namaste πŸ™‚


      2. Dewin – when I pondered the scope of your work I felt that you had perfected your style and reached the limits of its extent. I felt that you were in danger of repeating the same format, maybe feeling safe within the limits.
        I may be wrong. Tis but a whimsy that came to me. But I felt that the time was right for you to test unchartered waters, step out of your comfort zone and step forth with boldness. All you can do is fail. What is there to lose?
        You have already shed your skin. You are on a bold adventure into a new unknown. Grasp it. Release the spirit. Dare to be different.
        You are still in your prime. It is not one of age but of spirit. Give vent to the novel. Maybe prose, story telling, or whatever flight of fancy. Be terrified again! For it is only from such fear that new ages are born. No time for faint hearts. Adventurers leave the well-trod paths behind.
        You have the skills, the ideas, the desire and the courage.

      1. Oh my goodness!! What she does with ancient places and poetry is, well, so YOU. Search Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. You won’t be disappointed.

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