First I can remember was Castlerigg as a kid in the early '70s. Intrigued by parental tales of druidical sacrifice and general paranormal schlock. Then from teens to early twenties, intermittent visits to stuff in Cumbria, having been disappointed by Stonehenge.

The 'mystery' really kicked in about '92 when I first saw rock art, and found Stan Beckensall's books. The publication of the papery tma added some impetus too, when it made me realise that obscure old rocks and stuff didn't 'belong' to archaeologists,and that crazy hippy types were actually alowed to have an interest in them, a realisation for which I am indebted to Mr Cope as much as I am to Mr Beckensall.

The paraphanalia kicked in when I found this site, before then, I'd never even really bothered taking a camera, figuring who the heck would ever be interested? Now I want to lug ladders, lights, car batteries, water sprayers, laptops, scanners and allsorts up the hills. Probably just as well I can't actually carry suchlike.