In Cornish (another dead language!!!) it’s called Karrek Loos yn Koos — the grey rock in the wood.
But it’s an island.
And trees can be seen at low tide.
Was it flooded?
Yup :o)
When? Why?
“Run from what’s comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I’ll be mad.”
In Cornish (another dead language!!!) it’s called Karrek Loos yn Koos — the grey rock in the wood.
But it’s an island.
And trees can be seen at low tide.
Was it flooded?
Yup :o)
When? Why?