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Football yob culture - in the Neolithic they would have been outcast. But painting stones - with limewash, for one, burnt ochre for two, is as old as the stones themselves.

Setting up decoys helps to deflect the mindless ones, I've found. Also, and it may seem distasteful, a thriving market in Rock Art would help. If a carved stone were known to be worth '2', say, then the owner would take adequate steps to protect it - barbed wire fence, zero public access etc.

When I found the first cupmarked rocks at Knarsdale the landowner's kid uprooted a couple of dozen boulders and made them into three heaps. Now I've asked them to return them to their holes 'before Stan arrives'. A more likely outcome is getting my basecamp anonomously trashed.

< Football yob culture >

Takes allsorts. I've known modern pagans to damage sites: Leeds witches uprooted one of the stones in 12 Apostles & used it as a seat; members of Rollright Trust deliberately poisoning moles & wildlife at the King's Men; New Agers re-arranging stones at a Cornish maze cos the energies weren't right. Then there's the Born-Again fruitbats - always good contenders for damaging sites where they think their devil lives. Idiots, as we can see, come in all shapes & sizes & use any excuses to justify their damages...

< Setting up decoys helps to deflect the mindless ones, I've found. >

My god - imagine that on Ilkley Moor. We'd be at it for years!

< Also, and it may seem distasteful, a thriving market in Rock Art would help. If a carved stone were known to be worth '2', say, then the owner would take adequate steps to protect it - barbed wire fence, zero public access etc. >

Can't go along with y' there old bean. The moors of West Yorkshire would be buggered. A coupla 'megalithic rangers' or summat would be the more effective thing - but can't imagine them there councilllors sorting the cash for that. Like I've said before: it's not Salisbury Plain.

Bring back the stocks - or do it in the old Scottish ways: tie 'em to a totem pole, naked, when the midges are a-rampant. ...& don't think I'm joking...