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Getting to the Hurlers proved easy enough…
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Clustered, as they were, around the extremities of Bodmin Moor…
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But the weather closed in…
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Almost as soon as we set foot to turf…
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Which made the prospect of a climb up to the Cheesewring, and Stowe’s Pound, a decidely unlikely event…
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We walked as far as we could before caution proved the better part of valour…
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And then, the sun came out…
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Somebody, somewhere, muttered something about stones and humour.
You know I nearly went up there by myself, before I decided to turn back and check in with everyone else…I figured I would get myself in trouble, but they were calling to me…
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Figured they might be. It wasn’t a particularly tricky climb in better weather… maybe next time… 😉
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Maybe if I had stood within the portal stones long enough I would have gotten there 😉
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Quite possibly… 😉
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English weather, Stuart.
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English, or Megalithic…
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The God and Nature only allow us so much freedom. 😀
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