Chûn Quoit

Loved the tight entrance, made me think of Le Corbusier- only the leanest, most focused motherf***ers can gain entry. Only carry what you need.
As I affected my exit I saw lights and the ground rushing up at me...but then I had just K-RACKED my head on the capstone. Yes, I was the concussed guy hobbling aided towards Pendeen.
Also wish I’d worn trousers, the gorse is particularly hungry this time of year.
A wonderful site, only Mulfra Quoit is better situated, and odd as it may seem, the airtraffic control radar adds to the scene.