There had at one time been three stone circles on the moor, though only one remains intact. It has a stone in the middle, also. In one circle, only a few stones remain. The circles, I discovered later, are known as to the locals as "The Hurlers."
I was alone with this wonder, and I walked around all three circles. I touched the stones and tried to feel the awe that the ancient builders must have felt. I was so wet from Tintagel that the constant rain could no longer affect me, though the ground underfoot was swampy.
Wet and tired, I returned to the comfort of the farmhouse.
Here's a picture of The Hurlers.
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