Dozmary Pool is close to the much bigger Colliford Lake. But Dozmary is old and natural and features in the legend of King Arthur. It was into this pool that Arthur’s wondrous sword, Excalibur, was thrown. From out of the allegedly bottomless lake a hand came and grabbed the sword. So Dozmary is endowed with magical qualities. Apparently these qualities are not recognised by the cows. In hot weather (when ever that was) they wade through the cool water, keeping their feet firmly on the bottom.
Dozmary seems to be off the tourist trail. Those who would visit it might find a pull off big enough for two cars and then must take a short walk down a track to the water’s edge. Our car was the only one in the pull off. Nobody else came down to see and touch the mystical water of Dozmary.
This is Dozmary Pool, high up on Bodmin Moor. It is not an entirely desolate spot, for there is a farm on the far bank.
We get close. In fact we peer into the water.
I see no hands!
What’s this I see?
Aha, the magic is still there!
Around and about we found some steps to nowhere. Well, of course, somebody had to climb and pose.
Does that hand look familiar?
Happy and windswept.
We came upon a little quarry, which was rather attractive.
But it was time to be on our way. We passed Daphne Dumaurier’s Jamaica Inn before a short eastward dash on the A30.