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LOGAN STONES - encounters with...
I'm curious to know if anyone else out there has ever had any curious, bizarre, interesting (insert own adjective) encounters with Logan stones.
These are rocks or large boulders that are balanced on a stack after being seperated by erosion of one sort or another so that if you stand or balance on them in the right way they will rock. I know of a few personally down here in Cornwall, where there are plenty dotted about the moors.
I don't know of any general folklore about them but they always seem to have a presence all their own, and each has it's own beat and distinctive rhythm when they're rocked.... anyway this particular tale:
During the wee small hours leading up to the solar eclipse a couple or so years back I was waiting with a bunch of folks on Helman Tor near St. Austell, and introduced a good friend (in the shape of a burly Welsh ex-para) to the local logan stone. There's a naturally worn hollow in it where you can curl up while someone sets the boulder in motion. The weirdest of sensations at the best of times. It has a lup-dup type heart beat that resonates deep into the granite around it.
My friend was so enchanted by it all that he stayed curled up in there while the rest of our party moved off up the hill to wait for the eclipse (one of the few places in Cornwall where the cloud broke enough to get a good view!). After an hour he surfaced and found us again but mumbling and gesticulating wildly with his tongue sticking out, lisping like a good 'un & unable to say a coherent word for sometime ...which was a marked change from his normal very animated self!! He got it together after half an hour, still sounding like he'd just come out from dental anaesthetic and managed to tell us how he'd fallen asleep in the hollow of the stone after we'd rocked him and had woken feeling refereshed but with his tongue having gone totally numb.
There was no pain, then or afterwards, so we ruled out him biting his own tongue, but he was absolutely convinced that something 'other' had come and robbed him of speech. Being a fairly rational ex-forces type he laughed at his own suggestion of faeries (they're piskies in Cornwall anyway!).
He was really side swiped by his experience but delighted by it never the less ... and seeing this guy who could normally talk the hind legs of a herd of donkies it was certainly an out of the ordinary experience for me seeing him literally stuck for words.
So ... anyone else encountered or experienced the unusual around these things ... and why are they called logan stones?
Photo attached of said stone (with my sprogling onboard).
I'm curious to know if anyone else out there has ever had any curious, bizarre, interesting (insert own adjective) encounters with Logan stones.
These are rocks or large boulders that are balanced on a stack after being seperated by erosion of one sort or another so that if you stand or balance on them in the right way they will rock. I know of a few personally down here in Cornwall, where there are plenty dotted about the moors.
I don't know of any general folklore about them but they always seem to have a presence all their own, and each has it's own beat and distinctive rhythm when they're rocked.... anyway this particular tale:
During the wee small hours leading up to the solar eclipse a couple or so years back I was waiting with a bunch of folks on Helman Tor near St. Austell, and introduced a good friend (in the shape of a burly Welsh ex-para) to the local logan stone. There's a naturally worn hollow in it where you can curl up while someone sets the boulder in motion. The weirdest of sensations at the best of times. It has a lup-dup type heart beat that resonates deep into the granite around it.
My friend was so enchanted by it all that he stayed curled up in there while the rest of our party moved off up the hill to wait for the eclipse (one of the few places in Cornwall where the cloud broke enough to get a good view!). After an hour he surfaced and found us again but mumbling and gesticulating wildly with his tongue sticking out, lisping like a good 'un & unable to say a coherent word for sometime ...which was a marked change from his normal very animated self!! He got it together after half an hour, still sounding like he'd just come out from dental anaesthetic and managed to tell us how he'd fallen asleep in the hollow of the stone after we'd rocked him and had woken feeling refereshed but with his tongue having gone totally numb.
There was no pain, then or afterwards, so we ruled out him biting his own tongue, but he was absolutely convinced that something 'other' had come and robbed him of speech. Being a fairly rational ex-forces type he laughed at his own suggestion of faeries (they're piskies in Cornwall anyway!).
He was really side swiped by his experience but delighted by it never the less ... and seeing this guy who could normally talk the hind legs of a herd of donkies it was certainly an out of the ordinary experience for me seeing him literally stuck for words.
So ... anyone else encountered or experienced the unusual around these things ... and why are they called logan stones?
Photo attached of said stone (with my sprogling onboard).
