Trethevy Quoit

Trethevy Quoit
Bill speculates as to the origin of the holes in Trethevy Quoit

Good Morning, bin up Trethevy Quoit? Maybe you have. Grand place I thought it. Burial chamber for Cornish Kings said someone or other, pile of rocks in a field said another. I’ve two stories about Trethevy told me last week when I was out and about.

Now, Trethevy is a burial chamber, as I said, made up of five huge granite rocks with an even bigger one balancing on the top as a roof. One in the middle has fallen down; makes a really good slide for young kids. Surprising to some, this huge fallen stone has a line of holes in it and the top stone has a hole big as a plate. Others have a few interesting explanations.

Not far off on the moors, the miners drilled holes in the rock every day to put their dynamite in ready to blast it. These same miners took their girlfriends up Trethevy evenings for a bit of romancing. They drilled a line of holes in the Quoit and stuffed the holes with a tiny bit of dynamite, letting fireworks off to impress their girlfriends.

Well, I heard another story I like even better. I heard there was a Griffon lived up on the moor and every day he flew down to see what the people were up to in the villages. He was a very heavy creature with bush sized claws and magnificent bracken-red feathers. As he landed up on Trethevy Quoit, he sunk his claws deep into the rock. So it was Griffin claws made the holes in the rock up Trethevy.

Later on, later on.