One more pic here. I love the old old stone walls and bridges in this area. Some of the stone circles date back to the Stone Age, and there are remnants of the tin mining that used to happen everywhere. The history of this area is so remarkable, and I feel the place is so unchanged, as if somehow I’m seeing it as it would have been many hundreds of years ago. I remember my Dad telling me that when he didn’t get into medical school he went walking here to clear his head. I’ve done the same thing when I’m feeling shitty and it never fails to help me to see past the inconsequential and see the quiet beauty I sometimes fail to notice. xxx