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A Thousand Miles of History XI: The Dancing Stones

A Thousand Miles of History XI: The Dancing Stones

We spent the night in Penzance… and that’s about as much as we can say about the place. It is probably unfair to judge the town on the little we saw of it in our ten-minute stroll by the sea, on a cold, rainy evening, after the sun had dipped below the horizon. Next morning, as our hotel did not offer breakfast, we were able to get away bright and early, passing through picturesque Newlyn with…

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A Thousand Miles of History X: Mist and mystery

A Thousand Miles of History X: Mist and mystery

It took us about an hour to drive the twenty-odd miles from Brentor to the Cornish village of Minions on Bodmin moor. There were two sites that we wanted to visit, both of them on the Michael Line, the ley that crosses the country from toe to rump. The girls were amused by the name of the village and by the sheep that occupied prime position in the middle of the road, showing little inclination…

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A Thousand Miles of History IV: Where the earth leads your feet…

A Thousand Miles of History IV: Where the earth leads your feet…

While the workshop weekend was officially over, the adventure had only just begun. We said farewell to the Cumbrian contingent, who had a very long drive ahead of them, and the rest of us headed into Dorchester in search of lunch. The girls took us to a place we would otherwise have missed…Yalbury & Yvon’s… where we found the best elderflower cider and for which we owe the girls our heartfelt…

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A Thousand Miles of History XI: The Dancing Stones

A Thousand Miles of History XI: The Dancing Stones

We spent the night in Penzance…and that’s about as much as we can say about the place. It is probably unfair to judge the town on the little we saw of it in our ten-minute stroll by the sea, on a cold, rainy evening, after the sun had dipped below the horizon. Next morning, as our hotel did not offer breakfast, we were able to get away bright and early, passing through picturesque Newlyn with…

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A Thousand Miles of History VIII: Mist and mystery

A Thousand Miles of History VIII: Mist and mystery

It took us about an hour to drive the twenty-odd from Brentor to the Cornish village of Minions on Bodmin moor. There were two sites that we wanted to visit, both of them on the Michael Line, the ley that crosses the country from toe to rump. The girls were amused by the name of the village and by the sheep that occupied prime position in the middle of the road, showing little inclination to…

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A Thousand Miles of History IV: Where the earth leads your feet…

A Thousand Miles of History IV: Where the earth leads your feet…

While the workshop weekend was officially over, the adventure had only just begun. We said farewell to the Cumbrian contingent, who had a very long drive ahead of them, and the rest of us headed into Dorchester in search of lunch. The girls took us to a place we would otherwise have missed…Yalbury & Yvon’s… where we found the best elderflower cider and for which we owe the girls our heartfelt…

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