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To the north of the Scalpay road on the eastern outskirts of Tarbert stands the Clach Na Greine standing stone. It has superb views of Loch Tarbert and the mountains especially to the west.

How this stands is something of a miracle in itself as most of Harris is rock, except for the strip of land in the south west and surprisingly a lot of Scalpay. Peter May’s The Coffin Road was inspired by this as coffins (and their inhabitant) had to carried from the east to the west to be buried.

The stone stands at about 1.75m high, coming to a pointy end, and at it’s base is 1.5m. Choke stones can be spotted propping the stone up which sits on a rocky platform.

I parked at a butchers yard and walked about 100 meters back east beyond some blasted rock, then headed north jumping a ditch and followed a fence. Worthwhile if only to see the views of the Loch Tarbert and beyond into The Minch.

Our next stop was the distillery at Tarbert to visit our whisky barrel which had just had it’s first birthday. (Their gin is superb as well, much needed after a long evening walk.)

Visited 1/8/2017.

Tarbert is the capital of Harris, home to an excellent distillery, home of Harris Tweed and the main ferry port. It is also the starting point to the island of Scalpay which is connected to the mainland by a fantastic bridge, stunning in design and appearance. From Tarbert go east following the signpost to Kyles and Scalpay. One of the reasons for the visit was obviously the dun, another reason was Gandalf’s scarf and other clothing made for The Lord Of The Rings and The Hobbit. Unbelievably this shop, situated in the islands village (former school), was closed so it was onwards to the dun.

Once over the bridge turn first left and follow the road until the second corner near some houses, the first corner leads to the old ferry. If you look closely there is a wee sign saying heritage trail which goes all the way round the island. This trail is a beautiful walk, if somewhat marshy, following the northern shore of Loch An Duin, home to the dun.

The dun, possibly two islands, is located in the western part of the loch and has a causeway coming from the western shore. Canmore has some wonderful photos of the causeway in the link below. Parts of the wall can still be seen from the shore. Sadly no walking this causeway as it was to narrow and after looking at Canmore’s photos it seemed to come to an abrupt stop.

Another magical place and enjoyable walk, the dog enjoyed the loch. With that it was back to Tarbert via a standing stone.

Visited 1/8/2017.

After surviving the mud spreads of Dun Innisgall we travelled further along the coastal road to the township of Strond. We parked at the first cattle and looked towards the Atlantic. A and B headed to Borrisdale (a good move) whilst I headed west.

This dun is the smallest I’ve seen and I believe that nobody could have lived here, this was the place were the last stand would have taken place. From the cattle grid head west and downhill until a fence. The mysterious mounds associated with the area are much in evidence. Jump the fence, cross a grassy section (boggy in bits), head slightly south and a small cliff face is reached. Opposite this cliff is the dun.

I climbed down and crossed the slippery rocks, reached the other side and climbed up into the dun. Finding a safe path up is difficult so take care.

Not much of the dun remains as erosion has washed a lot of it away. As mentioned before this wouldn’t have been very big anyway as I discovered when I made it to westernmost point of the dun. What is left of the defensive wall is on the east side of the dun. Other parts of the wall can be spotted in the sea and on the slippery rocks used to reach the dun.

Truly brilliant site, truly brilliant scenery and truly scary as the tide was rushing in and started to cover my exit route.

As with all of these places that we think of isolated nowadays back in the Iron Age (and before) maybe more people lived here. There are a lot of sites in this area and near to this dun some cup marks have been found, indeed this coast line has evidence of several rock art sites. Certainly in prehistoric times this small part of Harris seems to have been well populated.

Visited 30/7/2017.

From Leverburgh take the coastal road signposted Carminish, The Strond and Borrisdale. Three beautiful sites are on or near this road and on this afternoon two would be visited.

The first was Dun Innisgall and we parked just before the hamlet of Carminish. For a change luck was on my side and the tide was out which meant I could jump across mud spreads normally covered in sea water. This didn’t please A but it was perfectly safe, as I approached from the south and clambered onto the island of Eilean Nam Stiubhartach to walk northwards until I was just to the west of the dun. The reason for all this chancy stuff was to walk across the 2m wide causeway, I’d never walked on a sea causeway before.

Perched on top of a rock the dun is over 16m wide and must have had huge walls, at least 3m wide, going by the amount of rocks fallen on top of the mud. A lot of these rocks have also been used to built walls on the tidal island across the causeway. The dun’s walls are at their best on the south side. On the north some of the island has been washed away thanks to erosion.

My imagination often runs wild at these places and this wasn’t helped when the ferry appeared on its way to nearby Leverburgh. imagining they were nasty Vikings I scrambled back to the island to the west and then retraced my steps across the mud spreads to the shore. Looking back the tide had started to turn, somehow my timing had been flukily perfect.

Visited 30/7/2017.

Visited 2.9.2017

The wheel of the year turns another click. It’s dark when I get up, and mist fills the valley of the Severn as I ride the early train along the estuary, a chill in the air in plain contrast to the heat of the last few days.

By the time I get to the pretty town of Ledbury several hours later, the sun has returned, the heat with it. The summer bus service to British Camp is in its last couple of weeks, and I’m keen to revisit a fort that I last came to on a cold and wet December day some seven and half years ago.

Rather than climbing onto the hills, I take the lower path round British Camp reservoir, unusually starting my walk with a descent rather than getting the uphill out of the way at the start. From down here, the bulk of British Camp looms oppressively, blocking all views westwards. People high on the ramparts are tiny, dwarfed by the enormity of earth and rock.

But I’m not going to get distracted by British Camp today, instead heading south to see the near-neighbours. Woodland canopy provides welcome shade on Tinker’s Hill, continuing more sparsely to Shadybank Common and the picturesque Dales Hall. Across Berrow Downs the view opens up massively to the east, from Bredon Hill (two hillforts) to the Cotswold escarpment (lots of hillforts).

Past Fairoaks Farm a path sneaks invitingly into the trees, so I head off this way. It proves to be a steep pull through Hollybush Roughs, and by the time I emerge onto a wider path I’m feeling rather disorientated about where I am in relation to the fort. A final slog takes me up to the open top of the hill and the memorial shelter mentioned by Carl. This is where I came on my previous visit, but on that occasion I was with a group and we climbed up from the northeast, as cold December rain started to fall. No such problem this time, instead it’s blazing heat to contend with.

There are a few people up here, unsurprisingly on a day like this. I head to the southern edge of the fort, where two ramparts head off around the western circumference. Following the higher of the two, some way below the top of the hill, the lower rampart soon drops away, leaving a wide space and steep hillside between the two levels. The views south and west are terrific, from the inevitable May Hill, across the Forest of Dean, the hills above Cwmbran, Pen-y-Fal (The Sugarloaf), the high ridge of the Black Mountains, the Radnor Forest, the hills of Herefordshire and eventually northwest to the Clee Hills in Shropshire. There must be two dozen hillforts in view from here.

I follow the inner rampart round, a challenge in places as the chest high bracken conceals some ankle catching brambles. Eventually coming to the northern entrance, the higher hills of the Malverns and the obvious contours of British Camp fill the view.

Last time I was here we only visited this higher part of the fort, but actually it comprises less than half of the occupied area. This time I head eastwards downhill, back into the trees. Passing through the woodland, the path re-emerges into another open area. The fort is in the shape of a fat-tailed ‘q’, and the eastern area is broad and flatter than the high part of the hill. Sadly the views here are much more restricted by the trees below the rampart, and the rampart itself is overgrown with brambles that make it impossible to follow. Instead I walk south through the middle of the section – it seems probable that this was the main residential area of the fort, sheltered from the winds and exposure of the western part. On a nice sunny day it feels like a good place to make your home. It’s easy to see why the fort is where it is, well-defended by steep slopes and with commanding views in all directions.

Eventually I re-enter the trees at the southern end, trying to get back to the rampart on the western side of the “tail”. Crossing a fence brings me to the lip of a huge drop, with water glinting far below. This marks the edge of a deep quarry cut into the hillside below the fort, taking the edge of the rampart with it. A potentially dangerous place for the unwary, the sheer drop is head-spinning and I head back to the open area before following the rampart again along its southern route. It’s probable that the main entrance was close to where the body of ‘q’ joins the tail, but a group of teenagers are doing teenager stuff in the trees here, and it’s not clear that an old git lurking in the woods with a camera is going to provoke a positive response, so once again I head back uphill.

By now time has run away, as it always seems to, and it becomes a dash back to British Camp to get to the bus-stop. Still, it’s been a very satisfying return to Midsummer Hill. By the time I get home it’s getting dark, and the fleeting months of summer seem to be ebbing away. The wheel keeps turning.

After drying the old legs at Loch Bhalariop we climbed to the south west to overlook more magical scenery this time to the promontory fort and islands to the south. The terrain here is very good thanks to very warm weather. One or two streams to jump and field systems to cross are the only problems on the short journey south.

One striking thing about the fort is the amount of loose stones lying about everywhere. Some of these have been used to make various walls, shelters, enclosures, defences and graves (a Canmore suggestion). Inside the fort is mostly flat rock which resembles a couple of nearby duns, Rodelpark and Dun Boraigeo.

Only a couple of photos as I’d ran the camera dry and had left the rucksack at the church to pick up on the way back to our chalet. I’ll take more when I get back.

Visited 30/7/2017.

On a beautiful early and sunny morning we headed east then north on the road beyond Rodel Church. (I drove on this road later in week which leads to The Golden Road, absolutely brilliant!!) When the dun is immediately to your west, a ruined croft next to the road almost marks the spot, head straight east. This will lead over a small boggy part at first then on to undulating heathery ground. Field systems are easy to spot here, they are everywhere. Cross the valley and climb the hill in front. This will lead to lovely views of the beautiful Loch Bhalairiop, home to the crannog.

The climb down gradually leads to a small promontory on the west of the loch. Today the water is a wonderful colour highlighting the 10m wide crannog. A beautiful unspoilt place completely quiet until I started to splash across the water in an attempt to get to the crannog. There probably is a causeway of sorts but it was elusive so back I splashed to the shore much to the amusement of the two onlookers and several bemused birds.

Visited 30/7/2017.

The first night in Rodel (Roghadal) provided an excellent opportunity to visit both the famous church and the nearby dun at Rodelpark. As you see the Rodel signpost, look up, the first thing that grabs your attention is the dun to the south, turn the corner then the church comes into view.

Walking up from the church is the easiest route, or use the path indicated for the church handily placed opposite the wooden chalet were we were living about a mile north, handy for Leverburgh as well on the A859. This path winds itself through some beautiful countryside on the shores of Loch Thorsagearraidh and past some artificial mounds. As the path, along with A and B, headed south towards St Clement’s Church I headed east towards the badly ruined dun.

The entrance to the dun is on the north amongst the stones of ruined walls. Stones also cover the floor of the 13m wide dun. Various types of enclosure, mural and sheilings have all existed here at some point. In the middle of the dun is one these small mounds, of which there are several in the area. It would interesting to know how old these are.

The views are stunning, to the east The Minch, to the south North Uist and hundreds of small islands, to the west Rodel Church, the magical promontory Dun Stuiadh and the Atlantic and to the north the A859 as it heads up the moody Gleann Shranndabhal. Looking down into valley below I can see A and B leaving the church, just as I leave the sun comes out, lighting up the sea making every island clear. The reason for the dun being built in the first place.

Even the most ruinous sites are magical, this is one of them!

Visited 29/7/2017.

We parked in the same place as GW and walked up the hill to the walled graveyard. Sadly since his visit the place has somewhat fallen apart.

Make and ask permission from the people living cottage to visit the site. Even before the graveyard you can see that it is really a shambles. The entrance arch is impressive enough but sadly it is overrun with the biggest bramble branches I have ever seen, hundreds of them. The gate was open so we walked carefully in and picked our way though various horrible looking plants.

As for the chamber it obviously still remains in the same place but also is grown over. It is a pity as this could and should be a wonderful place as is shown in the Canmore photo. Makes me wonder why Historic Scotland or some local heritage group haven’t cleaned the place up.

A sad but worthwhile place to visit.

Visited 28/7/2017.

Burghead Promontory Fort is a very easy place to find. As you come into the small town either from the B9013 or 9089 keep going until the roads end. If you don’t stop you’ll knock over the sign saying you have arrived.

With glorious views of the Moray Firth and the Black Isle it was built in the ideal position, near a natural harbour. Sadly most of the ramparts have gone, the north rampart near were the road ends is the best preserved part of the fort.

Various excavations have proved that this Late Iron Age fort was a centre of power for the Picts. A walk through various parts of the town also will show that this was some place as parts of rampart, wells and various finds have been found. One persons garden was completely dug up!

The best thing to do is visit the coastal town and imagine for yourself what it must have been like.

Visited 28/7/2017.

Apologies for the poor photo but this barrow is not normally accessible for most of the year and stopping to take photos isn’t really an option. MAGIC says it’s 53m from East to West by 34m from North to South. It is surrounded by wooden posts to keep troops and vehicles off it.

Wow, It’s taken me soooo long to get up to the Esslie’s, I’ve wanted to come here for years, and now that i’m here i’m really quite giddy and giggly. But the two things I’m taking home with me most is the view to the west-ish, it is a very good view a long view of Aberdeenshires rolling hills, and the other thing is that there is so much going on within the circle, the circle stones, recumbent and flankers are all present and correct but I didn’t really know that most RSC’s have ring cairns in them. Sunhoney, Midmar Kirk, Easter Aquhorthies, none of them seem to have them, unless they’re underground or just gone, so after over twenty years of stone hugging, I’m still learning.

No field notes for seven and a half years, I reckon I can think of something to say.
I haven’t been here for well over a decade, before even my getting a digital camera, I got the big orange book saw what things were like in Aberdeenshire and came more or less straight away, spurred on by absurdly perfect sites with wonderful names like Sunhoney, Balgorkar and Midmar Kirk, being a massive Star Trek fan I’m drawn to anything with Kirk in it’s name. So here I am again, a place so splendid I could be on the bridge of the Enterprise, the kids have elected to stay in the car, my only company is my dog Mia, some birds, mine own thoughts and a host of dead people .
Even without Burls help I can tell that at least one of the stones is in the wrong place, but I don’t really care much at all, because the recumbent and flankers are the best in the world, argue with me I dare you, they are just mind blowing, perhaps they’re even responsible for my entire state of being, I was normal once you know.
Cope likened it to the top of Batman’s cowl, I think, I wont liken it to anything except stone setting precision madness, I like it a lot.
What can I say about the churchyard in which it now finds itself, it’s better than a barbed wire encased field that’s for sure, it’s quiet, peaceful, thought provoking, and lovely, are the grave stones too close? perhaps, but that is possibly inescapable in a place like this.
I keep reminding myself to go and look for the tall slender standing stone, about thirty yards north of the church in the trees, one of the few places better to find a prehistoric site than a churchyard is in some woods, these are nice woods, small, but nice.
Upon my return to home, I look on here and find that someone has described Midmar kirk thus.....How can a stone circle feel, well, ‘creepy’? Just superimpose one nihilistic death cult and all its paraphernalia, that’s how. Sorry, can’t feel ‘respect’ for something that shows no respect itself. And I must make a comment of my own, Respect? at least the stone circle is still here, that’s fairly respectful, isn’t it? and calling Christianity nihilistic is a bit like saying that Tim Vine doesn’t know any jokes, perhaps he’s unsure what nihilistic means, sure, some religions have made mistakes in the past, who hasn’t? no one and nothing is perfect. But those recumbent and flankers show an inkling of what perfection may look like.

After visiting the fine site at Torness I headed further north on the B862 until the next minor road heading south west. At the beginning it is a road, by the time the fort is reached it’s a shambles, round the corner it’s a joke and on the approach down to Loch Ness the twists and turns are more akin to a sheep’s track. Still it has glorious views.

After passing Balchraggan Farm pull in at Balchuirn, a cottage that seems to have lots of wee sheds and buildings plus the usual rusting farm machinery.

Walk south west through a mini rubbish dump into the trees following a sort of track. This leads straight to the flat top of the hill. Most of the way round the defensive walls have fallen but in the North East they seem to have been removed altogether. The fallen stones can be seen most clearly to the south east. Although there is no entrance, as such, there is a clear break in the east. The oval shaped fort is 35m by 29m.

With plenty daylight left two nearby forts, very difficult to reach, were going to be the next walk. However my legs had other things to say as they had had enough so another day for the twin forts.

Visited 7/7/2017.

After finishing with Wade’s road it was back to more modern, improved B862 and the short drive up to the small hamlet of Torness.

Walk a short distance north up the B862 until the first gate on the northern side. The magnificent cairn can be clearly seen from the road. Climb a couple fences, crossing a marshy bit and up a wee hill. No sheep today, obviously Thelonius had scared them away :-)

Its lucky that the cairn does survive as a small farmhouse, dry stane dykes and enclosures had all been made with its stony contents. Still there is plenty left showing that the cairn, placed superbly to view miles around, was built to last. It remains, mostly turf covered, at 15m wide and incredibly is over 2.5m high. A lot of the stones are pebbles and as Canmore states they could have come from the River Farigaig.

Another wonderful site!

Visited 7/7/2017.

10/08/2017 – A linear walk today along the west coast near the top of Barra. Starting from Eoligarry, we visited Dun Scurrival first. After a quick bob up Beinn Eolaigearraidh Mhor we walked south along the beach at Traigh Eais. A rocky coastline led past Dun Chlif to Ben Cliad cairn. From here we climbed Beinn Chliad and then headed back to the beach near Cleat. Started getting tired by this point in the day and it had been a long week but I really wanted to see Dun Cuier broch so we pushed on up the road and then along the A888 to the cemetery just NW of the broch. There’s a gate here on the other side of the road and an old waymarked path leading to the site. I think it probably carries on to Dun Bharpa cairn.

If you only have time to visit one galleried dun / broch on Barra and Vatersay this is probably the one to go for. Easy access as well.

Located on a small rocky top, it has good views all round. Nice bits of wall still there and you can make out where the galley is. Section of scarcement on the inner wall also.

The various thoughts of what is a fort, dun, broch etc I find interesting and the discussion on Canmore about this site is worth a read (link below).

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This was the last dun we visited on a great week on Barra and Vatersay. If you like a dun or two it’s well worth coming for a trip to these islands. Lots to see and the scenery is lovely.

10/08/2017 – Canmore has two entries for cairns close to each other near this location. After visiting this cairn and reading the descriptions on both I think they could be one and the same, could be wrong.

I really liked this one. A little tricky to be sure quite what I was looking at though (like a lot of stone settings on Barra I came across). Smallish structure with a kerb of stones. Two larger upright stones on the south side which felt like an entrance into the centre to me.

The location had a quiet feel and was a little lonely (in a good way). A place to come and gaze out to sea with only your thoughts and the cairn for company.

10/08/2017 – Nice feeling of away from it all with this one. It’s pretty easy to get to though from either way along the coast. This possible galleried dun is situated on a small tidal islet along a rugged coastline. It was by chance that we reached here at low tide so were able to cross to have a look around the dun. It’s worth a visit just for the location but why anyone would have built the dun here is a mystery to me. Must have been very different times.

10/08/2017 – We got dropped off by the bus at Eoligarry. Walked along the road NE to where it turns N and then it was just a short climb S up to the little hill with Dun Scurrival on top. This galleried dun / broch (?) is in a very prominent location. Looks like it could get a bit breezy at times. If you were looking for a bit of privacy I doubt you’d build your dun here. Great views all round, north to the Uists and south along the lovely beach to the rest of Barra

Still walls to be made out but the interior is pretty much covered by fallen stones.

Took me a bit to get going today so I don’t think I gave it my best attention. My brain was like the skies up above – a little cloudy this morning.

From the Ceapmoal Cairns I headed south west until the croft at Druimantorran were I left the track to head south to Torr Shelly. One or two boggy bits have to be crossed before climbing the Torr. Once at the top the dun is to the south on a smaller version of the hill just climbed.

The dun is roughly 20 meters wide with no obvious entrance, from the north would seem to be the sensible choice. There is a wall that surrounds the northern part of the dun. Both ends of the wall taper into the sheer cliffs. There are a lot of stones lying around especially to the south east suggesting that the wall had been of a  considerable width.

A stunning place to build a defensive location with beautiful views especially of Loch Farraline to the south. After savouring the view it was back over the Torr and onwards to the General’s road.

With my middle name being Murray, one of the clans that fought at Culloden, it was time to chase the Redcoats back up Wade’s road. This time my side won :-)

Visited 7/7/2017.

After another ‘fair nicht’ at Croachy where samples of various watery stuff were taken a good walk was required. A walk to Ceapmoal and Tor Shelly was a fine way to start the day.

From the end of the B851 I headed north on the B862 and parked at a gate opposite Cairn Ardachy. This track is a General Wade road and on it I headed south west past a wee hill and a couple of ruined crofts. In the wood to the north of the fence are two small cairns.

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This is the furthest west of the cairns. Instead of heather covered, as Canmore says, they are now covered in turf. It is 10m wide and 0.7m high. The upright block is there but hidden from view, it wasn’t hidden from my foot.

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Slightly to the north is the smaller second cairn. Also covered in grass it sits at 7m wide and is 0.3 high. The three kerbs are still there but hidden by vegetation.

Tor Shelly loomed in the distance so I marched further along the Generals road.

Visited 7/7/2017.

Visited: July 17, 2017

Revisiting this passage grave after a lapse of several years, I was fortunate to be able to view the stones in bright sunlight, though still to some extent shadowed by trees. But what struck me most was the redevelopment on Noordeinde nearby D43.

The ‘Hunebed / Langgraaf’ sign and the dirt road leading to the hunebed were no longer obvious as the property by the roadside had turned into a mini-estate, with expansive lawns and a surrounding hedge of trees and bushes.

I made my way to the junction of Noordeinde with Dopheide as previously, faced across the road, and was confronted with the view shown in the ‘Maps / Plans / Diagrams’ section. You have to walk a few paces up the paved entranceway until you at last see the dirt track that wends to your right, round the northern boundary of this property to the patch of woodland sheltering Hunebed D43 Schimmeres.

From Aberarder Fort I headed back to the B851 and kept heading south west until I reached an old school appropriately called Old School House. Directly opposite the house there is a gate which leads to forest clearing which basically leads straight to the cairn to the north. The ground here is boggy but there is a path of sorts which leads to a fence which marks the path of pylons. Climb over, cross the clearing and climb the fence on the other side re-entering the trees. A long dis-used track leads to the cairn which is well hidden by ferns.

Another lovely site made to feel older by the ferns and trees. Completely silent, a wonderful place. Carn Na Croiche is set on the south side of the hill with the same name. Several wind breaks have been made as well as the remains of excavations. The stones which apart from the edges (of the cairn) are bare. Being 12.5m wide east/west and 9.5m wide north/south the cairn is oval shaped and stands at almost 2m high. Friends at Croachy had said there had been a gallows on this hill. According to Canmore the cairn marked the spot for the law of the time to be carried out.

This was the last stop for this day and it was time to head back to the road where taking my life in my hands I crossed to the Old School House were a friend had arrived to take me back to my car. The racers had returned to shatter the silence, didn’t really matter as I hadn’t heard them all day as the sites and countryside had blocked their nonsense out.

Visited 6/7/2017.

From Tynrich I headed south on the track arriving at the B851 near the bridge that crosses it at Bridgend. Follow the road west until the entrance to Aberarder House then head south west towards the farm at the Mains Of Aberarder. Go through the farm, through the gate, over the cattle grid and follow the track until a quarry is reached. Inquisitive deer might come along and give a nudge in the back.

On reaching the quarry climb the steepish hill which will take you the eastern end of the fort. To get into the fort a ditch and small rampart must be climbed over. The fort is almost 80m in length and at its widest 45m. At the western end there are 2 more ditches. Some stones mark the remains of a wall that almost surrounded the fort, almost as it appears that the fort was never completed. The entrance to the fort is in the north.

A good site this set amongst trees and man made ponds.

Visited 6/7/2017.

From Dhuallow I headed past the well behaved highland cattle to the B851 and continued to walk south west, heading for Blaracher farm. At this point I headed north jumping onto small pebbly islands to cross the River Nairn to reach Tynrich, on the other side.

It has been a long time since anybody lived here but the farmland surrounding is still well used. This work would cause the good vibe of Dhuallow to evaporate into one of dismay.

The cairn is situated at the corner of a field behind the farmhouse. In their wisdom someone has put a gate here and battered the cairn by driving tractors continually over. This should be a cracking wee site but sadly it has joined the list of ‘what ifs’.

Still there is plenty to see. Several kerbs miraculously remain steadfastly in place, it retains its circular shape (just), a central depression might have been houked but I think its due to a cist being removed and cairn material lies scattered around. You would have thought that somebody might have realised that this was an ancient monument and tried to give it some protection................surely? It still stands at 9m wide and is well over 0.5m tall set quite close to the River Nairn, 60m approx., to the east.

After a bit of time wondering and wandering around it was time to follow the River Nairn, south, on a track which followed it back to the B851 and eventually Aberarder.

Visited 6/8/2017.