Min ar Groac'h
Plourac'h
Menhirs are elusive characters. Just a few months ago I learnt there was a menhir in my neighbouring town, Plourac’h. I have been a resident of the area for over fifteen years, but never knew of its presence. This, perhaps, is a little more excusable when you realize there is no mention of the stone on either signs, books or the Internet – however, it is close to the road, and makes a great visit for the lazier megalith hunter, who will not have to venture from his car...
It was one of the strangest menhirs I had ever seen, and the only one I have yet found, made of limestone. The menhir has quite a different character from others, and, if it were ever smooth, time has dealt roughly with it. Its name, which means the old sorceress, or fairy, is very apt.
Apparently a jealous neighbour took several large chunks of the stone for himself.
The menhir is by the D54, which leads from Carhaix to Plourac’h, Calanhel and then Guingamp. It is on the right of the road, just after the farm at Toull ar Hoat and before the crossroads of la Croix Rouge.
Access: the menhir stands on pastureland, frequently grazed by cows. As elsewhere in France, visitors have the right to roam, as long as they respect their surroundings.