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‘A very special place’…

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The Eskimo has over fifty words for snow…

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Carn les Boel, is marked on the map as a hill-fort but it is very different from the two ‘hill-forts’ we had just encountered on our Workshop…

It is difficult to imagine anyone living here, although, doubtless a presence would, in former times have been maintained.

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The stones, predominantly erratic, have been judiciously supplemented, and in case we had arrrived with eyes wide shut the avian populations seemed keen to call our attention to the ‘salient points’…

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These days we do not have to be told twice…

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Although, ‘The Dragon’s Breath’ was proving restrictive…

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Our request for clarity was graciously accepted…

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Albeit briefly…

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And why is Carn les Boel so special?

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It is a place where Dragon Energies meet the sea…

 

 

 

The Rock of Brentor…

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‘…A church, full bleak, and weather beaten, all alone, as it were forsaken…’

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“St Michael de Rupe?”

“St Michael the Rock.”

“I thought St Peter was supposed to be the ‘Rock’?”

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“The rock referred to here, is volcanic.”

“Nice.”

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“Though you would never know it now…”

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“…The church-tower can still serve as a beacon.”

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“Curioser and curioser…”

“Wait till we get inside, Alice.”

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Fringe Benefits…

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Another one of those ‘green-worm-holes’ presented itself.

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And we were hardly likely to refuse.

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A decision with consequences which we both found quite pleasing.

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A couple of small stones caught our attention.

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But upon closer inspection they turned out to be rather large stones.

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But then, this was Avebury after all…

 

The Well below the Valley…

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“Cadbury Castle is on the ‘line’ anyway.”

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“Which is possibly why we felt drawn here in the first place.”

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“Oh, and Burrowbridge Mump.”

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“Which just leaves Glastonbury Tor  which, on a clear day,  is visible from Cadbury Castle…”

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“And which, given that time is now pressing, means we can go straight to Avebury.”

“Isn’t time always pressing?”

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“If there’s half a chance of getting to Avebury…”