Brooding.
The weather was wet. Raining and misty all at the same time. We parked outside the church, and like a div, I still hadn’t spotted the barrow.
When I did spot it, looming large next to the church, covered in trees, it was like , Wow!
It’s big, and the immediate impression I got was of darkness, as if it resented the church being there. Maybe that’s why the children mentioned in Rhiannon’s Folklore entry avoided the place?