Solstice at Mén-an-Tol

So we're in Cornwall for the summer solstice, and holding on to our raging hangovers from the previous night's whisky bonanza we struck out for some ancient landscape to honour the summer.

Men-an-Tol is Bronze Age and would appear to be a ceremonial or right-of-passage stone. Perhaps it stood at one end of a barrow, inside which the initiate would spend a period in preparation, before being "rebirthed" through the holed stone.

And by chance, as the weather improved as we were leaving, we chanced upon Lanyon Quoit (extra) which was once a dolmen overarching a burial tomb, but is now about as authentic as Stonehenge, having been collapsed and rebuilt in entirely the wrong alignment!

But hey, it's the concept of the thing that makes a sacred space, or a space sacred.