Situated near to Widecombe in the Moor this famous logan stone (a naturally trigged boulder that can be rocked with relative ease) has a rather unique, well unique amongst logan stones, story. Unlike the majority of logan stones this one can only be moved by divine intervention as this story demonstrates. One day a stranger came into Widecombe and asked at the inn if anyone could direct him to The Ruggle Stone. Apparently he had heard much about its druidical connections and wished to see it for his self. A very obliging local offered to guide him to the stone for a small remuneration. Ten pints of cider later the guide and his charge staggered off down the lane towards the famous stone. Before long the local was beaming with pride as with a sweep of his arm he introduced the stranger to the famous stone. The stranger stood for a moment in awe and then heartily set to trying to rock the logan. It didn’t budge an inch, he tried again but this time with a little more vigour, it still never moved. Looking directly at the bemused guide he asked if this was in fact the real Ruggle Stone. The poor fellow was indignant, “cawse tis, I’d lived yer for all me life and I am sartin, tis the ruggle stone”. Again the stranger tried to budge it, the veins in his neck stood out like ropes. “Well it won’t move” he yelled. “Aw, why din ee zay ee wanted un to move, I ud ‘ave brought the charch kay for ee”. Which roughly translated means that to make the stone log or rock the Widecome church key and only the Widecome church key had to be placed on it.

Should you fancy some Dartmoor Rock then The Rugglestone can be found at grid reference SX 72357641

This stone stands beside the road at the top of Bude Lane. Originally it stood on the wayside of The Mariners Way which was an old track which took sailors from Dartmouth to Bideford. According to legend one of these old seadogs had stopped off at the Sticklepath Inn to splice the mainbrace and not only spliced it he well and truly severed it. So found himself well and truly lost in a mist of ale up on Sticklepath Hill. In desparation he groped around in the dark to try and find a signpost or somebody who could set him on his way. Eventually he espied a figure looming out of the night and lurched forward to embrace the figure. Sadly this turned out to be an old menhir (standing stone) but he never knew the difference and so asked of the figure “be you an honest man” - thus naming the stone.

Another more plausible version is that a traveller on the same road was set upon by a gang of thieves who robbed him of all his worldly possessions. Luckily a passerby saw the mugging and went to the poor mans assistance. After a struggle the thieves were driven off and the traveller had his money etc returned. Overcome by gratitude the wayfarer found the old menhir and had it re-erected in the spot of the robbery as a memorial to the bravery of The Honest Man.

Should you find yourself in a mist of alcohol on Sticklepath Hill then find The Honest Man at grid reference SX 631 948.