|An old and dear friend was very fond of an expression that I still remember to this day.
'Words fail me. Please see sketch.'
Such is the impression that Old Radnor leaves you with.
Upon arrival, you find yourself saying 'Is that it?', but hours later, on the drive home, you find yourself mulling over what you actually saw. It is true that first impressions are underwhelming. The geography of the landscape, and the immensity of the plain on which the stones are situated, tend to detract from the scale of the construct. Approached through mountains, then hills, the visitors field of view remains on the horizon, and the stones, magnificent as they are, cannot compete with the surroundings.
And yet, and yet...
Turn your gaze inwards and puzzle. Exactly how deep are these beasts? What do they feel?
Struck deep into a soil that has fed generations for thousands of years, these monsters know all there is to know about the seasons and their cycle. Empires have come and gone, farmers born and died, but they have remained constant.
I felt humbled.
The pure depth intrigues me. Try stamping around the bases and listen to the acoustics. Are there chambers below? Trace the cupmarks with a finger. I struggled but then found them, and their gentle bowls and furrows made perfect sense when traced in tandem with a survey of the distant mountains.
It was a strange feeling leaving the stones, but their attraction increases as you draw distant. Next time, I will approach with a far more inward looking mind, and greater subtlety.
But until then, substituting the word 'sketch' for the remarkable photographs found here on this site...
'Words fail me...'
Posted by Dominic_Brayne
12th August 2003ce
Edited 12th August 2003ce