>> say, 'Cannock Chase'

In finest CHArliE style ... *SHuddEr*

There are several places that do that for me. As a 5 year old stonehenge did it, but back then you climb on the stones (sorry) and *feel* the place.

Boleycarrigeen stone circle made me want to strip off and run around (again I'm sorry for this imagery) and around. It was December so I resisted, but the feeling was overwhelming.

Most of you are familiar with my ravings about Seefin Hill passage tomb. I was hit by a complete feeling of 'oneness' and rebirth. Probably the closest I will come to what some people would interpret as a religious experience.

Most of the stones here are losing this ethereal quality due to the ever growing presence of hideous little bungaloid boxes that people do insist on constructing to lock them selves up in.

Hey Morfe,
Know what ya mean re stones feeling regulated and settled within a landscape- like I said- only a handful of sites had any such effect on me.
As for woods- brrrrrrrr!- there's a small wood about 30 mins drive outside Edinburgh which I was first shown by an old college mate about 10 years ago. You drive down a single track road (which is reputedly haunted by the ghost of a child who died under the wheels of a school bus there) and pass a small church at the bottom of a small glen. The road ends in a tiny car park with the woods over the river. Somes mates who were visting had their car thumped by something unseen whilst sitting in this car park. Across an old stone bridge is the gate leading to the woods, next to which is an amazing Faerie tale cottage- a house to die for. The first time I took my dog down there he totally refused to go through the gate! Although me n him went down again at Yule- the place was covered in a thick layer of snow, it was just getting dark and the cottage was full of faerie lights- gorgeous! Up the path at the start of the woods I've found many small coloured packages tied in the trees. Then the woods get dark, the paths get small and the mind starts playing tricks. I've been sitting by the river before and looked behind to see the kids whos voices I heard coming down the path behind me, but, of course..........

Morfe, did you ever spend a night in the woods at Himley around Holbeach House?

The autumn nights around the marshes used to bring forth wil-o-the-wisps glowing in ethereal surreality.

I spent many a night up there and many a night stuck firmly by a fire too scared to go to sleep.