It is because we are in the realm of imagination, that we feel the ancientness of the stones. Yesterday we went down to my favourite spot, Wheeldale Beck, over the rather desolate moors, (prehistoric farming may have ruined the landscape). At the beck there is the combination of magical rowan and gnarled, lichened hawthorns, great rocks have rolled down into the valley, the water splashes and talks its way over the rocks. 'Magic' mushrooms to be found in their time, if fairies did exist they would be there;).
Three favourite spots; Stanton Drew stone circles, caught up behind little bungalows and the church of course but magnificent even though the stones are fallen in many places.
Wayland's Smithy, slightly too structured by its restoration, but its shapely stones remind you of old gods, beautiful on an Autumn day amongst the leaves.
Stoney Littleton long barrow, just for meditation on a sunny day, and the long walk down the lane crossing the little Wellow river.
And then of course there is West Wales, the Pembrokeshire coast and Carn Meini, home supposedly to the bluestones of Stonehenge but prehistory rules here in its own right!
Still have not mentioned Cornwall, The Hurler stone circles situated under their own tor. Relationships of circles and barrows to the landscape around is so important and Trevethy Quoit. sitting quietly behind a row of cottages, forgotten but still saying 'wow', as the great holed capstone hangs perilously over the uprights....
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