We spent nearly two hours driving around narrow roads that would have been mapped as bicycle paths in the U.S. to find this, but it was well worth the trip. Trethevy Quoit is tucked quaintly away in someone's back field--no admission fee, no hours, and no other visitors while I was there. I had here the experience I had been hoping for at the regrettably commercial venue of Stonehenge--something about this giant, tilted capstone weathering thousands and thousands of years while time whirls on around it is at once intimate, humbling and inspiring, and being able to touch the quoit and soak up the atmosphere around it without being hindered by fellow tourists was an unexpected delight at this "small" monument. Stonehenge has its place, but I'm so glad I went out of my way to truly find prehistoric Britian at less visited sites like this.
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