ENEATH Plymouth’s Royal Citadel are two carvings of giants, a Cerne Abbas in duplicate. Their extra-ordinary story can be found within the weighty tomes of Geoffrey of Monmouth’s , albeit eclipsed by the sexier legend of King Arthur. From the top of Cox Tor on Dartmoor, I watch Plymouth Sound, imagining Brutus’s astonishment on his arrival at Totnes, expecting these isles to be uninhabited and coming face to face with a fierce army of
