Reblogged from Not Tomatoes:
After our visit to The Hurlers, Sue and Stuart drove us to our car parked beside Brentor. “Give our regards to the Spinsters,” Sue said with a mysterious smile before we received hugs and watched our guides return to their car for their long road ahead to Penzance.
As we loaded into our rental, Larissa remarked with astonishment at the generosity of Sue and Stuart for driving us to The Hurlers and back, adding hours to their day which would end at the tip of the Michael Ley line before it enters the sea. One of the many aspects that make the founders (Steve included) of the School so remarkable is their unconditional generosity and genunine desire to share their love and wisdom with others.
The Spinsters is a rather strangly situated dolmen, at least in the modern landscape. One can’t help but wonder what surrounding it thousands of years ago. Now it stands oddly in the middle of farmland, and seemingly out in the middle of no-where. There is no obvious signpost marking its spot, and we nearly passed it by driving narrow and twisty roads of Devon.
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