Only those that have drivers without patience and lacking in the art of manoeuvring and knowledge of their own vehicle's properties in dimension or in response. The rock has been there for centuries.
I'm a little biased as a granite boulder leapt at my car in a car park near Bude once causing awful scraping and buckling to metal work. I don't trust 'em anymore...
I hope you reported that to the local constabulary; menaced by boulder, actively setting out to cause harm, slap an HBOS on it. A positive geological menace guv'nor. Just looked at me all igneous like, I could just feel the mica glaring at my fenders.
Incidentally, besides the other mystery in Mousehole, can anyone point me to the actual origin of the name Duck Street? It is easy to assume a pool nearby with hundreds of waddling quacking dooks, but was that the case? Of The Duchess of Duke Street there are tales, but of the Duckeggs of Duck Street?
I have a few recollections from this corner of the village. The stone I always associate with mat beating and another memory is window skeeting – anyone still skeet their windows in West Penwith?
I was told that name of Duck Street goes back to the time before indoor plumbing.
My father had what was called a stirrup pump, it was a long brass tube with two hoses, one was placed in a bucket, the other directed at windows. You simply put your size nines on the spring loaded lever at ground level and pumped. Skeeting windows.
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