One of about a dozen stone stiles we had to traverse to get the half-mile from our B&B to Zennor proper. (Note that 'Zennor proper' may be overstating it somewhat - Zennor is effectively a church, a deceptively busy pub, a hostel with the audacity to charge a quid to use its carpark, a nick-nack museum and about 3 houses.) Anyway, these stiles were challenging enough in twilight, whilst sober. They were Positively Fun on a completely overcast, very windy, wet night at about 11pm, after trying out every ale (and a few of the whiskeys) the Tinners Arms had to offer.  
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