look at them legs, it’s no wonder I don’t often wear shorts.
look at them legs, it’s no wonder I don’t often wear shorts.
Fantastic light show in the Quoit
The inside of the entrance, looking into the fort.
Hedges grow back quick don’t they?
12 years, that’s how long it’s been, baaad postie.
Left is the long curving passage and right is the bricked up original entrance. Getting a distinct Orcadian vibe from this picture.
Tiny homage to Stonehenge hidden deep in Halliggye Fogou, leading to the bricked up original entrance.
Cave spider guards the bricked up original entrance.
Another cave spider hangs right in the middle of the long curving passage, needless to say we never saw it and walked right on through.
The end of the long curving passage, with “raised stumbling block” and left turn through low creep passage to the end of the Fogou.
Right at the back of the creep passage at the end of the long curving passage.
I don’t know what the Cornish name for the ancients underworld is but it’s down there somewhere.
The entrance to the Fogou’s little enclosure.
Arrow points at the original entrance to the fogou now bricked up and blocked off.
Not as sharp as I’d have liked, because of the horses and fences we couldn’t get any closer, because of my temporarily dead camera this is taken on Eric’s phone at full zoom.
A weak rainbow greeted us as soon as we got to the top, path back to the carpark left through the rocks.
Looking north over the entrance and along the eastern rampart.
Rock basin on the southern edge of the fort, looking west-ish towards some kind of christianised island.
Rock basins on a Trencrom outcrop, perfect for two teenage kids and a dad with two dogs to sit in while watching the world go by.
Rocks in the fort, packed with fossils? (Criniods?)
looking south along the western wall towards St Mick’s mount.
The cairn circle at the top of the row.