When a local says a 30 minute walk, it's best to double it or triple it. After missing our tour guide yesterday due to misunderstanding and ignorance, we were so disappointed that we decided to take our chances and get to at least one ancient site by ourselves. Lanyon Quoit seemed possible, though without a map and with sketchy directions, it was at least an adventure in the making. We took a bus from Penzance to Madrin (emphasis on the first syllable), and started walking up the hill. The first man we met said it was about a mile and a half, just 30 minutes. Well, 90 minutes later, after talking with a couple walking dogs and two women on large horses, we found ourselves standing in a field staring at a pile of rocks we were sure was not it. Chris turned back to the road and spotted the quoit halfway up the next hill, shining in the late afternoon sun. It was a true stone table.
Being there with the quoit after the long trek was glorious. It had a beautiful view to hills all around, the breeze was gentle and the setting sun made the stone shimmer. It was felt like the site welcomed us like an old friend.
Fortunately we were able to hitch a ride back to Penzance pretty quickly and didn't have to spend the night out there after all. Though with the right gear it would have been great.