Welcome to White Cane Connections.

My name is Sue Boman. Yes, that’s me in the picture posted here. I have called this blog White Cane Connections because I am one of the many people who use a white cane. I began this blog because I wanted to write about a project I undertook in 2012. The plan was to complete a series of walks using my white cane. Between March and September, I walked in 82 different locations across Canada. So, the blog begins by telling of my experiences and the many people I met along the way.

While this particular journey has now been completed, I find that I still have much to write about. I am continuing to make new white cane connections, and so for the time being I will continue to add regular posts to this blog. I am hoping that you will be a partner in the journey.

Sue


Tuesday, 14 October 2014

October 14 - Cornwall, UK Part 3

It rained today - just spits and drizzle, and certainly not enough to deter us from exploring more of the Cornish countryside.  This morning we drove a few miles inland to Chysauster.  This ancient site was a village inhabited by the Celts around 2000 years ago.  They lived in a settlement at the top of a windswept hill for two or three hundred years, after which time the settlement was peacefully abandoned.  Today we walked up a gradual slope to the grassy knoll where we saw the remnants of the circular stone houses.  It was an isolated spot.  It was difficult to imagine that we were standing in the very spot where once there was thriving village life two thousand years ago.

We then headed on to another ancient site.  The Cornish Peninsula seems to abound in these.  At the Merry Maidens we saw a stone circle, a simpler version than the one at Stonehenge.  We parked in a small layby off the road, climbed over a stone wall, and came to a field in the centre of which was a circle of nineteen vertical stone markers.  How did they come to be there!  Legend from the Middle Ages has it that a group of village women decided to go into the fields for some merriment and dancing.  However, it was the Sabbath, and this displeased God, who turned the women to stone.

Our last stop of the day was Land's End, the western most point of England.  We wandered along the cliff walk, but it was quite uneven and very windy.  Mostly, we gazed out to the Atlantic and thought of the ships and their crews who ventured into the unknown in those very early days of sailing.

It is still raining tonight and we are glad to be back in our cozy little cottage, away from all the hardships faced by the ancient peoples of this land.

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