Some scale for the neat cist at SN98870106.
Some scale for the neat cist at SN98870106.
Cist in cairn at SN98870106.
Cist in the cairn at SN98870106.
Cairn with cist at SN98870106, isolated to the northwest of the rest of the cairnfield.
Landscape context for the cairn and nearby settlement of Mynydd Cefn-y-gyngon, across the upper Dar valley.
Hard to believe four years have passed since we last came to Merry Maidens.
Lovely clouds over Boskednan.
Detail of the structure at the base of the summit outcrop.
Looking towards Nine Maidens Downs and Ding Dong. Mounts Bay beyond, with the dark line of the Lizard on the horizon.
Likely to be another kerb stone, displaced at the base of the cairn. Looking SW across the West Penwith moors.
The approach to the main summit cairn. The surrounding gorse/heather mix makes any step off the narrow path very hard work.
Well-preserved walling.
Looking across the site interior. Morvah church tower is just visible as a dot rising above the surroundings on the right, with the Atlantic beyond.
Walling on the northwestern side. Watch Croft rises behind.
Into the round through its entrance.
Found a couple of fields west of Crousa Common stones. It looks worked to me, but I’ve no clue about these things. Anyone?
The happily not fallen eastern stone.
The sadly fallen western stone.
Natural outcrop or otherwise, what a great site!
The Three Brothers, much clearer of gorse these days due to the volunteer site clearances.
There are lots of big slabs scattered about the area around the Three Brothers.
Looking towards Cruc Draenoc round barrow.
A bit different to the blue skies of Ravenfeather’s visit a few days later.
Kerb stone on the barrow at SW72572122.
Large round cairn at SW72572122, immediately north of Dry Tree menhir.
The ancient/modern juxtaposition is impossible to avoid here.
The gorse and heather encased flank of the barrow at SW72522158.
Sizable round barrow at SW72522158, which had a brick gun emplacement inserted in its top in WW2.
Looking towards the barrow at SW72442168, centre of shot. The intervening 100m was a shin-shredding nightmare of gorse and brambles, so I didn’t bother going any closer (poor).