Memories

Well I am not sure how to start this thread but after the latest furore, some thoughts on how to approach a thread. We seem to have had a lot of rows over the years on the way threads are taken over by different things – SOMEONE IS NOT KEEPING ON TOPIC – think that is impossible. You could have sub-threads of course, either in the actual thread or started separately.

There is a spiritual side to wandering round stones which can be expressed quite simply as in the words below. This is what we find wandering amongst the landscapes and stone circles of this country a sense of peace, we take photos of sites, sometimes draw them, and generally revel in their ‘prehistoricness’.

My solution to all of you that have fallen out is to meet somewhere near Uffington, (there is a pub!) don’t argue about theories that may or may not be right. My memories of Wayland’s Smithy and Uffington White Horse are mostly happy ones, sitting for a long time amongst the beech leaves at Wayland with Moss my collie staring at me intently willing me to get up and go. A sadder episode was the scattering of ashes of someone called Treaclechops who contributed to TMA with such lovely writing.

As we clustered under the trees in the rain, Nigel was there also by the way, I spied a young man standing hesitantly outside the group, Wysefool I said and went to talk to this shy young man. He was wedded passionately to Wayland Smithy, go and read his contributions, find humility, sadly he has also passed away some time ago. Wysefool was also in his way a 'genius loci'

genius loci" - the distinctive atmosphere or essence of a particular place; the guardian spirit of a site/landscape.

A thoughtful post Moss and yes, I too stopped to read Wysefool's entries under Uffington when I was scrolling down to the Links section. You mentioned 'going off topic' - I don't think that actually happened under the Uffington thread. Both myself and thesweetcheat wanted to widen the view out a bit that's all. And this is a good place to say I have the utmost respect for thesweetcheat, he is never rude, he doesn't back down and always displays integrity whether he is talking about politics, public transport or ancient sites. I feel more or less the same about Tiompan too (though have never heard him talk about politics).

I watched something earlier on FB about the difference between men and women's brains (it was intentionally very funny). Apparently men's brains are made up of little boxes and the rule is the boxes don't touch - they can only discuss what is in any one box at any one time. Whereas women's brains are a mass off interconnecting wires held together by something called emotion. I laughed along with the audience at Mark Gungor's act - wouldn't like to say whether I think it true or not.

Also we don't really know what is going on in the background of anyone's life when they come to this forum. Maybe their dog just died, or they just had an argument with their other half, or had some bad news about a friend or family member. We will never know unless they say and most people choose not to.
We all need to be willing to say sorry, maybe I got that wrong, maybe I over reacted or got the wrong end of the stick.

And then log off for a bit, go and get some fresh air. As I am going to do now - hopefully I will be back.

moss wrote:
Well I am not sure how to start this thread but after the latest furore, some thoughts on how to approach a thread. We seem to have had a lot of rows over the years on the way threads are taken over by different things – SOMEONE IS NOT KEEPING ON TOPIC – think that is impossible. You could have sub-threads of course, either in the actual thread or started separately.

There is a spiritual side to wandering round stones which can be expressed quite simply as in the words below. This is what we find wandering amongst the landscapes and stone circles of this country a sense of peace, we take photos of sites, sometimes draw them, and generally revel in their ‘prehistoricness’.

My solution to all of you that have fallen out is to meet somewhere near Uffington, (there is a pub!) don’t argue about theories that may or may not be right.

That is quite far from Scotland for people who have fallen out with someone North of the Border. I haven't fallen out with anyone but I find ths suggestion that should such a thing occur... a solution would be to travel to Uffington to sort it out... a weird sort of Berkshire-centric, Anglo-centred travesty.

I would instead suggest the various angry parties travel to Fingals Cave on Staffa as the long journey, early ferry, lengthy bus journey and heaving charter boat trip will focus their minds sharply and solutions would be much more forthcoming.

Nice post Moss

I don't contribute to the Forum much nowadays. I've been told I'm a very confrontational person - by my mum, so I won't argue - so I much prefer to post images and occasional notes, letting others either be inspired or not be inspired, according to personal taste. I'm no Cope. Arguing specific, logical points in relation to what the 'meaning' of rudimentary structures of standing stones, stone/earth piles etc may be is, in my opinion, an attempt to apply modern day thinking to an age where, so it would seem to me, the line between ordinary and spiritual life was non existent. Indeed, as Mr Cope has pointed out... 'They were all on drugs'. So, unless you are, you really do not know what you are talking about.

I've been reviewing the past few years' visits today and realise that I have changed significantly from when I first started to do this. I no longer care how many orthostats a 'circle has. No longer care about the circumference, the orientation. Dimensions. I notice the type of stone, the colour, the texture, the way it feels... the way I feel at the site. The way the sun streams into the centre and leaves shadows suggestive of some other dimension. The way being there makes me think of things, of people, emotions perhaps I not really thought of... well, since I was last at a prehistoric site.

So bollocks to mathematics, to logic, to precision. Don't get me wrong. I love all three. In their place, their context. But visiting prehistoric sites is all about primitive emotion, connecting with what we once were, something that is still deep inside of us. And to do that one has to visit the sites and experience.

For me the only