Being Cornwall, the work she'd organised in the orchard, hadn't been done. They were probably aiming to do it sometime in the next month, Cornish time being somewhat like 'manyana' in Spain, so on Saturday morning we set to with loppers, strimmer (that's why it was in the car!), secateurs and electric saw, to clear the boundary ready for the surveyor on Monday morning.


I was also left in charge of the two dogs, who had already disappeared off to explore on a couple of occasions since we arrived but had at least returned. After keeping them shut in while Rhiannon and Karen went off to gather supplies, I managed to let them out and keep them in the garden without them disappearing off down the coast path towards Land's End!
On Sunday, we visited Looe, along with a few hundred other holiday makers and after a drink in the pub where we caught up on Big Brother, the TV being one of the things that just wasn't going to fit into the car, had a pasty on the seafront followed by a Cornish ice-cream.

These ancient sites are associated with rituals or astronomical observations and although I'm not sensitive to it, there's an energy to be found within these circles or from the stones themselves. It certainly felt a warm, calm and comfortable place to be.
It's not far from a 13th Century church which has an interesting history in itself, dedicated to St Cuby - a 6th Century celtic bishop, with an ancient pre-christian font. Births, deaths, lives lived - condensed into names, dates and ages on blocks of slate and granite.
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