Although they say theres no such thing as the wrong weather only the wrong clothes, even with all the waterproofing at my disopsal the phrase didnt really feel like it carried much weight here today.
I started up the track heading for the turbines natural abode "the hilltop" . But it was so very windy I ended up walking half of it backwards, I had to push against the wind with all my weight at times it stopped me completely especially on the uphill bits. That said it was so invigorating that when I was walking under one of the turbines, its massive blades whoooshing just metres above my head, I clear forgot to navigate through the maze of tracks all about the place, and was hopelesly not where I should be. I climbed the steps that lead to the upper door into the turbine, to get a better view, corrected and with a better understanding of where I went wrong, soon back on target I arrive at the fallen standing stone Careg llwyd. (Whooosh whooosh whooosh)
Its a large stone maybe three metres long and one metre high thinner at the end with the small wind whipped pool, indicating which end went into the ground and also maybe how big it would have stood.
There is a fortuitous alignment of half a dozen big stones right next to the fallen megalith, but they are the last remnants of an old field wall.
From here it is just a hop skip and a wind assisted juuuump to the two ring cairns and then the big cairn on the hilltop
Whilst not an alignment these two rings can be found between the fallen menhir Careg llwyd and the big cairn Tyr Gwyn Mawr, it's closer to and visible from the megalith, even the last remnants of an old field wall try to get in on the alignment.
It's not the only time this morning but both rings are in danger of being swallowed up by the thick green grass that I dont know the name of, only the biggest stones on the cairns outer rim give away theyre position.
Although more delapidated and smaller and down one they reminded me heartily of the tripple cairn of Ravens Tor in the old Peak district, only with much more whooshing sounds from the wind turbines.
From these two rings the big Cairn on the hill glowers down at me suggesting perhaps that I leave alone the poor folk and come up and see the big man..... so I do.
Taken from Coflein......
A large cairn, placed at an altitude of about 1,560 feet above Ordnance datum; it has been opened, and very completely destroyed in the process. Welsh historians of three generations ago were wont to associate the carneddau on the high land between Carno and Llanbrynmair, and especially the carnedd known as Twr Gwyn Mawr, with the conflicts mentioned in the Welsh chronicle called Brut y Tywysogion under the years 948 and 1080 A.D. In Archaeologia Cambrensis, 1853, II, iv, 8, the conjectures relative to the battle between Gruffudd ap Cynan (and Rhys ap Tewdwr) and Trahaiarn ap Caradog in the year 1080 are said to have been strengthened by the discovery of "javelin heads, battle-axes, and the infantry bills of that period" near the site of Twr Gwyn Mawr. In 1855 the cairn was opened by the Rev. David Davies, then vicar of Dylife. The remains of what appear to have been two separate interments were met with. In one, which was beneath three flagstones laid "on a level with the soil, a small leaf of bronze, about the size of a crown piece, but much thinner," was found. In another part of the cairn a cist 6 feet by 2 feet was unearthed, the floor "covered with black charcoal and ashes, intermixed with a profusion of small stones"; two flint arrow heads and a flint knife, having clear connection with this interment, were also discovered. The cairn is said to have measured 60 feet in diameter before the excavation. During that undertaking the interior was practically wholly removed, the stones being carelessly thrown out all round. Visited,12th July, 1910."
From the two ring cairns this huge and famous cairn can be seen lurking in the thin mist waiting patiently for it's turn. In good weather it would be seen from anywhere on the moor, alas for some good weather.
Like coflein states the interior is wholly destroyed, a right mess indeed, though I think I found at least one of the cist stones poking out of the rubble. But in this fowl weather I took some comfort in it's disemboweled interior, I had to lie down almost to get out of the wind, from inside, the wind started howling alarmingly I sat upright and it stopped, lied down and it came back got out and it went away, just normal wind noise and the constant whooosh whooosh whooosh.
I picked a careful route to the nearest turbine and climbed it's steps to take a view from twenty feet up, on a nice day this would have been a good place to survey the whole area, Three cairns (1 huge) two ring cairns a fallen menhir and an enclosure (of unknown date)
but only on a good day the wind that brings these giant whoooshing monsters almost threatens to fell them, as two of them creaked alarmingly as I walked under their whoooshing blades, that was more unnerving than the super strong wind that had such hampered getting up their in the first place.
Time now to get out of the wind a bit and detect those two small cairns down hill a bit to the east.