Bodmin Moor is alluring even on a rainy day. We wrapped up in waterproofs and trudged along the main track towards Gold Diggings Quarry on the left, and Cheesewring to the right. Which destination? We hadn’t decided. It was late afternoon and overcast and we didn’t want to be caught out in the dark, so it had to be one or the other.
Cattle, ponies and sheep grazed along the way and seemed to be drawn to the Pipers, a pair of ancient standing stones. Legend explains, they were men transformed to stone as punishment for performing music on Sundays. In the distance behind them, three ceremonial circles are known as the Hurlers, of which the team players suffered the same fate. An intriguing sight – their ancient history and traditions enrichen the beauty all around.
Further on, the pathway splits into three. We took the one to the abandoned flooded quarry and thankfully it was fairly quiet. Sometimes groups of people gather to socialize there and the tranquil atmosphere is shattered. On this occasion a couple of women swam, their voices echoing over the ripples as they lapped around the main pool. There are two, the water deep and the cliffs surrounding them sheer.
It was time for a snack, so we rested against granite slabs on the grassy banks. Ardennes pâté on Melba toast, and olives taste far better al fresco. A much different fare to that consumed in the area in the 19th to early 20th century when quarrymen probably tucked into pasties. Meat and vegetables at one end, and maybe fruit or jam at the other.
The swimmers dressed and left. White and gold Koi carp glided near the water’s edge and other fish splashed to the accompaniment of birds singing.
It was the perfect conditions to contemplate, reflect and dream.
So I did.
Until next time,
Sue. X