Logan Rock (see description)
O'er the bounding main. Well, it wasn't really bounding. But, I suppose, you'd still want to watch out for those rocks! This photo was taken from the clifftops near Porthcurno Beach in Cornwall, England. At the centre top of the cliffs in the image (hover over the picture for a note to appear) is Logan Rock which is an example of a 'rocking stone'. It weighs 90 tons but because it is finely balanced, one used to be able to set it rocking using only a single hand. Apparently, and for reasons that make a good read in Wikipedia, it isn't as easy to get moving these days. In 1759, William Mason wrote about Logan Rock in his epic poem 'Caractacus' :
Thither, youths,
Turn your astonish'd eyes; behold yon huge
And unhewn sphere of living adamant,
Which, poised by magic, rests its central weight
On yonder pointed rock: firm as it seems,
Such is the strange and virtuous property,
It moves obsequious to the gentlest touch
Of him whose breast is pure; but to a traitor,
Tho' ev'n a giant's prowess nerv’d his arm,
It stands as fixt as Snowdon.
And here I thought I was just taking a snapshot of a nice cliff...
Logan Rock (see description)
O'er the bounding main. Well, it wasn't really bounding. But, I suppose, you'd still want to watch out for those rocks! This photo was taken from the clifftops near Porthcurno Beach in Cornwall, England. At the centre top of the cliffs in the image (hover over the picture for a note to appear) is Logan Rock which is an example of a 'rocking stone'. It weighs 90 tons but because it is finely balanced, one used to be able to set it rocking using only a single hand. Apparently, and for reasons that make a good read in Wikipedia, it isn't as easy to get moving these days. In 1759, William Mason wrote about Logan Rock in his epic poem 'Caractacus' :
Thither, youths,
Turn your astonish'd eyes; behold yon huge
And unhewn sphere of living adamant,
Which, poised by magic, rests its central weight
On yonder pointed rock: firm as it seems,
Such is the strange and virtuous property,
It moves obsequious to the gentlest touch
Of him whose breast is pure; but to a traitor,
Tho' ev'n a giant's prowess nerv’d his arm,
It stands as fixt as Snowdon.
And here I thought I was just taking a snapshot of a nice cliff...