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What a great sounding name, I get a bit Corrimony myself sometimes, it's just the worst TV show ever, excepting E stenders of course.
It's been so long since my first time here that it was in my pre-digital days, well over ten years then, time to get reacquainted. After so many delights in the Outer Hebrides I was unwilling to let go of the week and go home. So before the long trip home I decided to start the trip by going in the opposite direction by fifty miles, you get to drive along the world famous Loch Ness where you always have the chance of bumping into a giant dimension hopping slug. Also you can laugh and point at the money throwing tourists at Urquhart castle, anyone worth his or her salt knows you sneak in after it's shut.
It was a sunny mid morning on Saturday in July, there was lots of people in Drumnadrochit, but happily there was no one at the Clava cairn, when we got there.
I grabbed the camera, the lad and the dogs, in that order and strolled over like there was no worries in the world. Until another car pulled up, instead of sitting in their car for a bit or going elsewhere they just got out and followed us to the cairn. Bloody cheek. We had the stones to ourselves for less than two minutes.
If it was me, I would have given them the stones for ten minutes before making my presence felt, did they? no! they just wandered about willy nilly bombing all my photos. People come up to the highlands because it's pretty, little realising that there's actually bugger all to do really, so they just bum around looking briefly, glancing really, at every and all historic, or naturally pretty place. Surely after twenty years of stone watching I should be able to cope with it (pun intended), but no, I rail against any and all ignorant behavior. I was well disappointed, such a brilliant site in wondrous surroundings, then to cap it all several other younger people turned up in a trendy hatchback, they hadn't a clue about stoning etiquette either, we quit the site and left in a huff.
I'm not suggesting we all form an orderly queue, or that people who don't really care about the ancient past, shouldn't come, just that if the Postman is there, sod off , buy some postcards, misaddress them to someone who doesn't care where you are and don't come back.
Too much? but by gum I was narked.
Well, this is a thoroughly argumentative place isn't it.
Follow the road to Bernera, easy enough, when you get to the bridge you should be able to see the stones above and left, park in the ample car park and go up, dead easy.
What isn't dead easy is understanding what on earth is going on.
The big stone you come to first has been set back up in a fairly inappropriate way, the packing stones are free of the ground , cemented together and stained a weird kind of red. But it is the best looking of the three big stones, shiny, swirling, quartzy and pretty. The other two stones aren't quite as pretty but no less impressive in size.
I first walk all around them looking from here and there, near and far, the one conclusion I come up with was I wish I had more time with clearer skies. This is a strange place.
It isn't a stone circle, or even a semi circle.
The other half of the circle cant have fallen into the sea as the outcrop on the other side of the fence is worn smooth over many more thousands of years than the stones have stood here. It can't have gone down there. I think it's three standing stones, which seem to be looking over the edge, to what was ever down there, perhaps a whirlpool, perhaps an ancient bridge, now underwater, perhaps there was nothing of note down there at all and the stones are astronomical in nature, they do describe a crescent, moonish by shape.
Who knows, no one it seems.
And dont get me started with the birthing chair, imagine your a woman and it's time to bring new and precious life into the world, would you sit on a rock above a cliff, outdoors. I know I wouldnt want that, it's just as likely to be a shitting chair, Lewisian gneiss is well known for curing constipation, or perhaps the king of lewis had his scat collcted as it erupted and then sold across the north of Britain as souvinirs.
But what a fantastic place. No where would a time machine come in more handy.
It's half eleven in the morning and we've got about four hours before we must catch another ferry, so there's time for a couple of essential sites I never got round to on my first time on this island.
First is this one Ceann Hulavig, Moth didn't think of a more pronounceable name, which is good because I could be at the Lavi right now.
Eric and the dogs stayed in the car and I went up the misty sodden hill on my own, which was nice. On the way up, looking behind me to the south east I can see the hill on which there is a cairn and the map optimistically announces the presence of another stone circle, but I've done my homework a bit and know it's not worth blowing off Bernera bridge and a last fondle of Callanish for. I carry on up the hill into another world.
As I approach the stones of lavi the mist obligingly disperses, which was a bit weird, I had thought to be alone with only the stones for company but as the air cleared of moisture I could see where the other main stone collections are, and my place in the world became a touch clearer.
Only five stones remain of a probable thirteen, each stone about eight to nine feet tall, much like Gary by the water to the north north west, there is also the very scant remains of a little cairn within the circle, very much like Gary by the water. What a strange place this part of Lewis is.
Eleven years ago I adopted the Moth speak for these two stone circles, Gary, down by the water, and here Philippa, on the hill. It is very pleasing to not have to bother with how it's all pronounced, i'm sure they do it to us on purpose anyway. Say hello Philippa.
After the short walk up from Gary by the water the stones came out boldly from the light veil of mist, kind of ethereal like, I love it when that happens, you don't always need blue skies to appreciate Scotland.
Two stone circles there are, an ellipse within an ellipse, some stones are missing, so from a distance it looks like a mad jumble of tall stones, only getting up among them can you tell whats going on.
People make a lot of business out of the sleeping beauty, made out of the hills to the south, I cant see her, and wonder whether others really do, there are lots of hills, I could probably make half a dozen ladies lying down. So I ignore her until someone can point her out to me.
Harder to ignore is that stone, and I'm not joking when I say harder. It is a giants schlong cut off and stuck in the ground, they must have gone to some length to find and accentuate this stone, when you look at it, there is no stone just a massive erection. Why would they do that if there was no sleeping beauty, I really must look harder at that horizon.
I have been going with the Moth nomenclature for years for these two stone circles, this one, the more incomplete of the two is called Gary. Say hello Gary.
Parking as Carl says is ample, by the most haunted house this side of Garynahine, as we approached the circle a walker packed up his things and walked away in the direction of the stones, and we had the place to ourselves.
Two stones are down and ripe for re-standing, five tall stones stand taller than me, each with it's own unique exaggerated shape, they are Lewisian Gneiss, up to 3 billion years old, and the most beautiful rock in Britain.
There is indeed a cairn in the middle, well actually it's off center, Burl says, 28ft across, it's stones contained a cavity 6ft wide 'shaped like a large round bodied bottle with a short neck', near the cairn lay a stone 7 ft long with probably natural incisions upon it, but the stone has gone now, reputedly to Lews castle in Stornoway.
Looking across to Callanish from here the stones look like they are on top of a Grand Carnac tumulus, imagine Tumulus de St Michel with a shed load of stones on it, well it looks a bit like that. About Callanish, Burl again.... It is noteworthy that there is hardly any native architecture in either the circle or the tomb. Outside influences are probable, makes you think.
A couple hundred yards and very visible on it's higher than here ridge is another stone circle, a circle named Philippa, which i'm fine with as thats my daughters name.
Driving south from Dun Carloway en route back to the stones one has to drive past this wonderful absurdity, and a standing stone but I missed that one as I was power sliding round the bend, no of course not, still missed it though.
I didn't miss Olcote cairn as I've been here before, there's still half of it missing, I've looked on the other side of the road but there's nothing there, I'll give it one more try next time but i'm close to believing it's gone for good.
The cist is still nice though, if you stand on the road and crane your neck through the wire fence you can get within a few inches of it. The half that hasn't gone to live on a farm in the countryside is nice in a restored kind of way, most if not all the stone used is that Lewisian gneiss, which is the best looking stone in Britain.
What the hell? where is the other half? couldn't you have gone round it? what do you mean you didn't know it was there?
Probably the tallest standing stone in Scotland.
It's been eleven years since my last dalliance with the Trushal stone, too long, and since then they've decided there was once a stone circle here, maybe two, or even a stone row, sounds familiar doesn't it?
We got here about dusk, in late July that's about 10pm, due to an incurable tent malfunction, were staying in the big metal tent tonight, it's got an inbuilt radio at least, and you don't have to pack it up in the morning, so we parked in the small layby next to the apparently empty house that is right next to the stone.
We had a good look round the stone just as the post sunset golden glow faded away. In the morning it was quite surreal to look out the back window and see a megalithic wonder right there. The stone is tremendous, I'll be back for sure.
How good can a stone circle be?
The stones should be much taller than me, they should be made of the most beautiful stone in the Isles, and they should be far away from centres of modern occupation, to keep Joe Public at bay and to increase the feeling of pilgrimage. I don't suppose it would hurt to put an even bigger stone in the middle of the circle, and whilst we're at it a pretty good chambered cairn could fit in there too, and why not have some stone rows leading away from it, five maybe. Throw in some alignments to moon sun and stars, is that too much?
The stones should be on a hill, not a big one, just high enough to be able to see the stones from far away, perhaps from some angles the hill could look like a Grand Carnac tumulus, but all this is pushing it a bit isn't it, this all but seems impossible. But lets push the boundaries of incredulousness even further, From the circle I want views of distant mountains, lochs and just to take it to the Nth degree other stone circles. I wouldn't like a cafe or a gift shop, but I could put up with them if entry to this wonder of wonders was free.
Bless my soul it is real, and I've been here twice now.
We got off the ferry at Leverburgh and drove briskly for Stornoway, hoping to find some normal food and to correct a tent malfunction, one out of two aint bad. Cor blimey Harris is a pretty place especially the north east quarter, it must have been heavily landscaped by the giants of old. And the mountain drive through the south of Lewis is exceptionally inspiring.
Stornoway wasn't like what I was expecting, it was quite a nice place. From there we headed straight for the stones of Callanish, it was about 9pm when we got there, there was one other car in the carpark.
Visiting a stone circle is a lot like a first date with a hot girl you've fancied for ages. Trust me, it is.
As we rounded the big rock Cnoc An Tursa the tops of the stones come into view over a low wall, the heart skips a beat and the hairs on the back of your neck stand to the accompaniment of goosebumps on the arms, sound familiar? Then through the gate and ignore the information boards,
fumble around for the camera and hands almost shaking take that first tentative photo, oh my god you're so beautiful, that gorgeous girl you've fancied for ages is standing before you bathed in evening sunlight and wearing nothing but a mischievous smile.
There may have been other people there, I know for sure that my son and dogs are here somewhere, but he can see I'm in love and he leaves me alone with the stones, I only have eyes for the stones, I can only think about the stones, there is nothing in the world but me and the stones of Callanish, only here do I fit the naked stone hugging hippy type that my mates at work laugh about.
After a while, who knows how long it was (30 minutes) Eric ridiculously suggests that we leave, I look at him like he's the maddest madman I've ever seen, I'm staying here forever, send for your sister. Instead I tell him, in a bit, I have to stare intently at these stones for about a million years.
All too soon a million years go by and it's getting dark, I cant abide the idea that I may never have this feeling again so I strike a deal, after we've been to all the places that I want to see tomorrow any spare time at the end will be spent here, he rarely sees me this passionate about anything so knows to give me what I want.
As you cross the causeway over to Berneray there is a hill right in front of you, a small modern cairn crowns its summit. Park, jump fence, go up, pass little cairn and the standing stone is quite visible, at 8ft6 you wont miss it.
A mucho complicato place this(that's Italian, don't ask me why), the stone is tall and fine and by shape almost stolen from Stenness, hoary moss and yellow lichen occupy the upper half of it, fantastic views of distant hills and white sandy beaches.
Now the complicato, right next to the menhir is a rectangular structure, canmore says it's a very old chapel, they also have an aerial picture showing the stone and chapel sitting in a large oval/squarish enclosure, apparently an old burial ground, they then go on to call the whole structure a Cashel, like what they have in Ireland.
Then they say that part of the enclosure wall could once have been a cairn.
So there was much going on here over a long period of time, which is nice.
Just over the hill is a possible chambered cairn, it's not on my map but i'm still kicking myself for not having the time or the wits to find it.
This is very a nice place, we lay down among the wild flowers and watched birds and flying insects whooshing about, rested our heads on the chapel wall, of course we didnt know it at the time.
Something interesting , no funny, is at the bottom of the hill, The Ardmaree stores forecasting stone, a rock on a string.
The two big stones that one immediately sees are not the standing stones your looking for, they are there only to confuse us, and they do a good job of it. The two standing stones are the ones on the mounds, conjoined mounds no less, from the road the stone on the right is still up and the one on the left is having a lie down.
So I think Carl did find and see the stones, he just didn't believe in himself.
Not much else you can say about them, they're small, probably best to go across to Berneray and have a look at Cladh Maolrithe standing stone, it's a good one.
About a mile and a bit north east from the souterrain Cnoc A' Chaisteal, is a big stone, a large Clach, and seeing as it's on route to the ferry, I have to stop and look.
The stone is massive, it's not set into the ground but rests somewhat precariously on top of it, surely it didn't come to rest in that position, it just has to have been stood up.
Canmore says this...
Clach an t-Sagairt is a large stone block set on edge, facing SE, and measuring 8ft long(I think they mean tall), 11ft broad, and 4 1/2ft thick, with a Latin cross incised on it towards the sinister top corner of its face.
This cross is also known as Clach na h'Ulaidh and Crois Aona'ain.
It may have marked a sanctuary limit of St Columba's Chapel......
None of that negates the idea that it was up and had meaning to ancient man, so I've added it as a natural feature, like a mountain, cave, tree or mole hill.
There is only a couple of hours til the ferry takes us away from this hard yet idyllic island so a few sites closer to the ferry terminal are what were up to now, a souterrain to start off with.
Heading north on the B893 take second left, then at the T junction turn left and go to the end and look left. You'll see a couple of long mounds, the one on the right has some stones on it, so I headed across the field towards that, Eric reckoned it was the other mound, and so it turned out to be, we'll get him stone hunting on his own one day.
I didn't know where the actual entrance to the souterrain was, there's a fence with the beach right below it, from field to sea is maybe ten yards, it wont be down there I confidently assert. But where is it, I look all over the edge of two fields and its not there, there are some half buried stones, and I was beginning to convince myself it was a buried none get-into-able site. But just for the sake of completion I hopped over the fence down to the beach and found it almost straight away.
The entrance was covered by stones, so I peeled them away and revealed a strange little thing. A square stone lined hole no more than 18 inches tall, I stuck my head in and could see that after a yard or two it turns left. Should I crawl in? I decided not to, it's very cramped, I took too long to find it and flies are beginning to swarm on me, they're not midges, unless someone has been doing gamma ray experiments on them, big stupid flies that you can catch in your fingers.
I've never seen a souterrain on a beach before, and I never would have if I'd stayed at home, god save the outdoors.
From the western-most lower cairn up the hill I could see what looked like a white stone, it seemed to be in the right place and I had nothing else to go on so I went on over. Dodging as I went the large steps left in the ground where peat cutting has been done, I've got to say a little something about these, I'm not into it at all, they are everywhere, but everywhere, at first we thought the large bags of peat might be dumped rubbish but it didn't take long to realise that these people are stripping the landscape and selling it, it's their ground who am I say what they should do with it, but I don't like it. Done.
The big white thing did indeed turn out to be a stone, I could see the stone delving deep through the clear clean looking water at it's base, it was a deep moat, Mia the Jaques Rousel had a drink. The big stone was covered in long straggly lichen, or moss, either way it was doing well. From this stone I can see the rest of the circle, an arc of maybe ten or so stones, low, no higher than a foot and a half. Burl says they dug into the hill side and leveled the site before erecting this embanked stone circle, but it really doesn't look like it, the large lichen covered stone is maybe six feet higher than it's neighbours. The ten or so stones are on the western side, Burl says the eastern side is denuded, that's the word he uses, it means stripped something of something, pretty vague, even more so as Greywether says the other side is maybe under the peat, that's not the same as denuded, who to believe?
But then Burl goes on about playing card slabs on edge at the ENE and SE, didn't see them, so I'm going with Greywether, for under the peat, in which case, come on you locals get that peat stripped and shipped we've a stone circle to find.
Sometimes I hate myself.
I think I parked where Greywether suggested, then took one of the dogs and walked up hill up the footpath, it's not a footpath those are seemingly rarer than stone circles on this island, but just go up hill. I was actually willfully ignoring these chambered cairns intending to only visit the very nearby stone circle, but I apparently went too far up the path because before I knew it a large grassy mound stood before me, I couldn't ignore it any more.
But time is still just as against me as it was yesterday, there is another ferry with my name on it for this afternoon, so I was quick.
The higher (altitude wise) of the two cairns is a large grassy mound with some large blocks of stone on the top, next to it is a few stones set kind off circularly, could be a hut circle, or another cairn inserted into the side of the big cairn.
Down hill, slightly, is another cairn, presumably of the chambered variety, but on the ground it's another grassy mound with a heavier sprinkling of masonry on top than it's nearest neighbor.
There are other chambered cairns and more stuff besides over the hill but i'm looking in the opposite direction, for a stone circle, there are more than a few stone circles on North Uist but Burl in his bible only mentions two, and one of them is before me, I can see a white stone from on top of the lower (altitude wise)cairn I'll head for that.
This big long cairn is really a Hebridean passage grave in disguise, apparently, I'm not altogether what this means precisely. Perhaps it just means it can be seen from the road, No? Is it because it's in the Hebrides? maybe, or is it the horned forecourt, possibly.
None of the passage can be seen and though I read that some of the chamber can still be pointed out I never saw it. But the standing stones at the end of the cairn Iv'e seen before at places like Skelpick, does that mean it's a horned forecourt? I dunno, probably maybe, all I know is it's good, far better than sitting watching TV, anyway.
Don't come here the way I did, ie: climbing over the fence at Carinish stone circle , drive further down the road to the better car park and footpath toward the cairn.
Avebury, Long Meg and her daughters, the Leys of Marlee, all have something in common with this on the far edge of no where mostly ruined stone circle, no? well it's a stone circle you can drive through, and for that reason alone makes this for me at least, a must see site, and as a further incentive there's a very decent Hebridean passage grave just five to ten minute walk away.
There's a little layby with room for one right next to the circle or a larger one a bit further down the road, which is where you'd park for the long cairn, if you knew it was there first.
There are at least seven circle stones still to be seen, in 1928 there was sixteen , so it has suffered somewhat, which made me want to come here even more, feeling sorry for it and cheering on the underdog and all that.
One stone at least survives on the south side of the road, and another six are on the north side, all the stones are very white.
A telegraph pole is too close to the stones but it at least is something to watch for on this sometimes featureless island road.
Eaval is the highest point on Benbecula, and North Uist too for that point, it is close and dominates the horizon east from here.
A high fence cuts off the circle from the long cairn but that was the route I took, me the lad and two dogs, what a dummy, theres a stile and a path up the road. Oh well I'll know for next time, he looks wistfully to nowhere.
No lounging around in beer gardens for us, it is a little after 8am so that would be a bit strange, I didn't have the heart to drag Eric over the hill to it, so we let the dogs drag us the short walk from the hotel through the heather and bracken.
After enjoying a people free Barpa Langass last night I thought it not quite odd but at least fortuitous to have the stones to ourselves, these are famous places right?
I think I worked it out, North Uist is as much water as it is land, there is no Stornoway here, no town as such at all, and there is no Callanish, the place will always live on in my memory as being mostly people free.
I can see stones, we have arrived, the bracken and heather is doing very well on this south facing hillside, too well, the ground is quite boggy. What a place, a few miles south east-ish there is a small mountain which I think is called Eaval, and more on the horizon. The north view is short, it is uphill, that's where I go next to see it from above, ah, ever had an itch you couldn't scratch, I have a few, this ones called Pobuill Fhinn, but now I can scratch away, it's quite a relief to finally get here. No analogies can do this feeling justice, it's just very good to be here.
The portalled entrances are quite obvious, but why two? Swinside and the Druids circle have just one, so why two here, a small voice inside me says it's because it's twice as good, more is always better than less.
It's an embanked stone circle, nay oval, but oddly the northern circle stones are inside the bank and the southern stones are outside it, explain that one if you can.
Man what a beautiful place, I adore the Outer Hebrides, but it's time to leave this idyllic place, hunt down some breakfast and then drive through a stone circle, one of only four places that I know of where you can do that.
From the Lochmaddy ferry terminal we headed straight here, just follow the road as it bends left, past some antenna type whatsit, round Beinn Langais, that's the hill on who's side the burial chamber is perched upon.
If memory serves the cairn cant be seen from the east, so the first sign that you've arrived is a sign pointing to the car park.
Car duly parked, the last few yards up hill to the chambered cairn are delirious ones, I was as giddy as a lone child at Christmas, I've been looking forward to this one for quite some time.
From the beginning really, I am slowly working my way through the big orange book, apart from a few stragglers here and there I've only got these far flung places still to get to, this is a big one.
It really is a big one too, I wasn't expecting it to be so big, or is it the wide open spaces that make it look big, or is it just me.
Then I saw the sign, read the sign, and swore at the sign, shit, what? closed? say it isn't so, I make my way to the entrance, eye up the wooden frame covering the entrance, pick it up in one hand and put it to one side, that's not closed, Hetty Peglar's tump, that was closed, this isn't closed.
Peering into the gloom inside, I decide that I've waited too long and come too far to be a prude, in all I might have given it a seconds thought, nah, who am I kidding I just went straight in with out a thought of what if it collapses on me, I haven't won the lottery nor been hit by a meteorite, I pass through the universe largely unnoticed, nothing interesting ever happens to me, it'll be fine.
It's a cramped scurry along the short passage, sidling past the collapse, footing is damn near treacherous, the floor is covered in large chunks of cairn material. This is the most chaotic burial chamber ever, it all looks very precarious, it got even more so as my son entered the tomb, then dad took over, I told him just a quick glimpse 'cause i'm coming out. So, no sitting and chilling, no pondering the mysteries of life and death, but at least I am here and I've seen whats inside and sat next to it.
When we'd got out Eric noticed the dogs had turned on the hazard lights in my car so he went down to correct things, while I had a final ten minutes up here. Walking round the Barp I reckon I saw a few large kerb stones on the maybe northern side, but they were more like circle stones than kerb stones.
I didn't climb up onto it, that would be maybe too much, the universe might see me.
It's now almost ten o'clock at night and we've yet to find a campsite, so that's where were off to next, but, my it's been a long day.
Sometimes going the wrong way can be a good thing, call it a fortuitous accident or a happy blunder, but I found this site by a total fluke.
Does historic Scotland presume souterrains are more interesting than say a stone circle, because this is a big car park for somewhere I've never heard of, and road signs too, you don't see many of those out in the, well I was going to say middle of no where, but this is the northern tip of the Isle of Skye so if anything it's at the far edge of no where.
Not long before the ferry now, and i'm getting very excited, but I must try and be in the here and now because I like souterrains, not as much as a broch mind you but I do like them, imagine if brochs always came with a souterrain, how cool would that be?
Anyhoo, Eric, my tiny hell hounds and me approached the entrance to the northern fogou with a small look of apprehension, on two posts either side of the entrance was a pair of yellow wellies, strange I thought, why would you take off your wellies and leave without them?
Then I had a look inside, and things kind of slipped into place, the whole tunnel was flooded, how deep it was I couldn't tell through the brown possibly smelly water, I've been to Scottish sites before where a torch or hard hat was provided, neither of those were here, but the wellies were.
Just inside the entrance, to the left, is a side passage, a creep I think you call them, the entrance to the creep was partially made up of stones? that looked suspiciously like sand bags, just how deep does the water get. Either way I'm not putting on a strange pair of wellies, i'm not an animal you know, a few pictures later and were peering over the old low wall at the site of a round house, presumably also iron age, it's good to know that like fogous, souterrains are part of a small settlement.
Directions from Glen Elg....straight on, left, left again over the Skye bridge, right at the roundabout, and then left at Sligachan, it's about eighty miles, it seems natural to come here to Dun Beag from the brochs there, from broch to broch, were broching this afternoon. Broching is good.
A trio of motor homes were hogging most of the car park at Dun Beag, but it was a big enough place to squeeze in between the ordinary vehicles, within minutes Eric our two dogs and me were on our way up the hill to the big circle wall. Passing on our way what was either a cairn or some old dwelling, there are definitely some old dwellings the other side of the broch, Canmore just calls it a township, I saw one of those on Star Trek once.
The views are, like most of western Scotland, dreamy to say the least, and a paradise at most, for me it's the best part of Britain.
If I was alone I might have gone over to Dun Mor, but I was very not alone, as well as my own entourage there were people scurrying about all over the place.
Not as complete as some other Brochs but there is still much to see and do, the inner and outer wall is still walk through-able in places, and the guard cells if thats what they are can be got into.
Brochs may be the most interactive kind of site on the TMA's list of site types, single standing stones and small cairns being the least interactive, alls you can do there is touch and look, but at a broch you can crawl into small spaces, climb on walls, walk through the door and see into the lives of people gone by. Probably.
Having made very good time driving through the night we still have time to see other places before our ferry gets in, but with no OS map I'm a bit stumped so I'm off to Kilt rock waterfall, I feel sure there will be no tourists there.
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After visiting over a thousand ancient places and driving between fifteen to twenty thousand miles every year I can only conclude that I'm obsessed with these places, and finding this website ten years ago only compounded that obsession, at least I'm not alone anymore.
My favourite places are:
Ring of Brodgar
Balnauran of Clava
Nine stones close
Bryn Celli Ddu
The Druids circle (penmaenmawr)
Gwal y Filiast
La Roche au Fees
Talati De Dalt
and these are only the ones that immediatly spring to mind, so many stones and not enough lifetimes.