This site is one of the best known megalithic structures in Britain. The name Men-an-Tol means simply ‘holed stone’ and despite having been considered a significant and popular monument from a very early date, its true purpose remains a mystery.
It’s a mystery to me how anyone finds their way to these historic sites in Cornwall, as they are not particularly well sign-posted and often involve squeezing the car into a tiny lay-by, before scaling a stile or two and tramping along a muddy lane. Cornwall Tourist Board “could do better”.
One week left to join in with Becky’s (“A life of a 40 something”) March challenge of square photographs with the theme:
‘Squared Squares’ – think multiple squares and squares within squares
‘Squaring the Circle’ – the perfect post will be a circle within a square
Home thoughts from abroad is a new series on Travel Words featuring a single photograph that reminds me of a country visited and showing something that uniquely identifies it as being ‘abroad’.
This photo takes me back to the Greek islands with their whitewashed buildings draped in bougainvillea and lemon trees in the large terracotta pots; blue skies and heat. The smell of sun-cream and cloudy ouzo; grilled sardines; octopus stew; crispy calamari. Ice cold beers poured into ice-rimmed glasses taken from the freezer. Lying by the pool. Slow swimming to cool off. Gentle waves slapping lazily onto the shore. Eating in tavernas by the shore-line in the still warm cloak of darkness, candles flickering, bouzouki melodies in the night…
1971: Old men gathered around playing chess or draughts. Smiling brown faces greeting the arriving ferries from Piraeus. Dark moustaches. Equally dark eyes. Donkeys swaying up steeply cobbled streets. Dancing on a penny-sized dance floor to the Rolling Stones. Camping on the beach. Blue roofs of Santorini. Windmills of Mykonos. Athens and the Plaka district where I purchased leather-thonged sandals. Twice. Souvlaki – sliced lamb with onions and peppers wrapped in pitta bread with a yogurty sauce. The tang of Retsina and thick white yogurt sweetened with golden honey; dark and bitter Turkish coffee. Sticky baklava, licking fingers. Sand and salt in the hair. Spanish guitars around a camp fire. My youth…