With an immense amount of luck I might get to the stone row in Bolton that has the sun rising from behind a big round hill on the horizon, twice a year. May Day and All Saints Day. The latter is friday the 7th, though I'll try a day either side (it's a big hill). I'm envious of you having passage tombs to observe from, and it's a strange feeling imagining that nobody's watched from there for at least two and a half thousand years - like waking them up again ...