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Yarberry Farm (Standing Stone / Menhir) — Images (click to view fullsize) |
 
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Posted by markj99 29th March 2021ce |
Stony Littleton (Long Barrow) — Links |
Internet ArchiveSir Richard Colt Hoare's account of the barrow, with super cross-section illustrations and one of the entrance, published in Archaeologia volume 19 (1821). |
Posted by Rhiannon1st January 2021ce |
Stony Littleton (Long Barrow) — News |
Damage to Neolithic monument under investigationEnglish Heritage and Avon and Somerset Police are seeking witnesses after vandals daubed graffiti at Stoney Littleton Long Barrow, a 5,000 year old Neolithic chambered tomb at Wellow near Bath. Stoney Littleton Long Barrow is a Scheduled Ancient Monument in the care of English Heritage. It is one of the country’s finest accessible examples of a Neolithic chambered tomb dating from about 3500 BC. https://www.avonandsomerset.police.uk/news/2020/12/neolithic-monument-vandalism-under-investigation/ Also; https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-wiltshire-55148335 Vandals who daubed red handprints on a Neolithic monument may have damaged it permanently, heritage experts fear. |
Posted by moss2nd December 2020ce |
The Great Circle, North East Circle & Avenues (Stone Circle) — Links |
English Heritage - YouTubeTales from English Folklore. The folktale from the stones enacted (followed by Ronald Hutton). |
Posted by Rhiannon 9th August 2020ce |
Stony Littleton (Long Barrow) — Fieldnotes |
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Fortune favours the old. This years winter solstice has obligingly fallen on a Sunday for me, quite a feat as any other day and I would miss it, so even though I've been at work before 5am all week, I'm happy to get up even earlier and drive the drive on my own down to Somerset, and seeing as I hit fifty last month, happy chance benefits the aging. Even though I went too far on the M5 and ended up going the long way round Bath and Bristol, I still got to the custom made car park for Stoney Littleton before sunrise. But it was full, a motor home gleefully took up half of it and five cars took up the rest. Consternation. I knew there would be other people here, but I expected to be able to park. So I did, in a one car space along side the road further up. Then I walked back to the car park, crossed the little foot bridge, and went up the hill. It's been such a long time since I was last here, so long ago that I don't have any digital photos of the place, it was a winter solstice that last time too, but it was a grey day and the sun never showed up. So with a mix of blue sky and fluffy whites I was feeling pretty fortunate. As I pass the sign pointing to the mound I can see there are indeed other people here, A guy with a cowboy type looking hat stands atop the chamber, as I pass over the stile I start to hear things, a heart beat? the rhythm of the universe perhaps? I approach the entrance of the chamber, there's a woman in an oilskin coat, we nod at each other, the noise is louder now, the heart beat has quickened, the pulse of nature? No. It is a twat with a drum, funny, there was a plonker with a drum here last time too, and he spoke like a Bristolian too, grooooan does he come here every year and take up the end of the passage, I think this is the case. So, bereft of the best seat in the house, I walk round the structure, stand on top of the structure, then pick a spot to stand by the entrance and wait for the sun. It finally arrives at about a quarter to nine, quite late right? The chamber is on a slight hill looking up the hill, so you have to wait for the sun and when it gets here it wont be a big beautiful orange ball, but rather a bright white light, this presumably was intentional, they didn't want the faint wan light of first rising, but the strong light of a risen sun. Just then a bloke erupted from the chamber, he looked at me, I looked at him, then I looked at the open entrance, and in I go. My chamber was the first on the right, opposite me was a woman, the mate of the bloke that just left, then she left, uncomfortable alone in the dark. Further into the passage I suspect each chamber has a body in it, the drummer takes up the back of the passage, the best seat in the house. An older man then comes past me making for the light at the end of the tunnel, so I move deeper into the chamber and take up a seat in the middle left chamber. The sun is doing it's thing, it looks phenomenal streaming along the passage and lighting up perfectly some twat with a drum, I decide upon some photos and then exit the chamber myself, am I reborn, can I see the place in a new light, hard to tell, so I go on walkabout to see the place from a different field. Up hill the walk takes me, then round and then back, not a long walk, always keeping the chambers entrance in sight, when I get back it's all empty and I'm alone with the edifice, I get into every chamber, and finally take up the best seat in the house. It's wet, dripping, they were definitely not sitting on the floor. Oddly, maybe, the bit I like best inside the passage is where it narrows to the width of a slim man, me. Purpose made. |
Posted by postman28th December 2019ce |
The Cove (Standing Stones) — Images |
   
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Posted by postman 27th December 2019ce |
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