Cornwall Day 13: Hurlers

"You're on holiday, you're not here to enjoy yourself" chimed in my mind as we crawled our way down the almost impenetrable winding single track lanes with twelve foot high hedges and nutty local drivers in the absolute pishing rain.

It was well and truly hurling it down as we decided to escape from the cottage to go and see the 'Hurlers', a group of prehistoric stone circles on the edge of Bodmin Moor.

Allegedly the stones are the petrified remains of some men who were turned to stone for playing 'hurling' (a rough kinda cross between Aussie rules football, cross country, British bulldogs and Quiddich - and if that's a metaphor too far for you imagine a mass fight thinly disguised by a team ball game with no rules) on a Sunday.

Anyway, this is Mrs42 hiding behind one of the Hurlers. In the rain.

Did I mention it's raining?

Fingers crossed for nicer weather tomorrow.