Hugh thought so too, so on a Saturday morning we drove over s mall country road, and knew we had reached our destination when we saw many parked cars, and a horde of white heads. Archeological walks (and talks) tend to be attended by the somewhat elder fraction of the population. We joined them.
We walked up the hill. We saw the half-wild horses cavorting. We walked down to a stone circle: this would be most of the archeology we would see. And hear about. Most of it was just a stroll past (and through) streams, over hills, past ruined buildings, and past flowery swamps. It was a lovely, leisurely day!
The horses were feisty; at least, some of them.
The stone circle
Summer on Bodmin
Intrepid explorers: Hugh, Lionel, Lionel's friend John, and our guide, Angus
Two curious horses that made friends with many of us, including the Rottweiler. Just not me...
Charming abandoned farmhouse with ivy roof