Access for wheelchairs/buggies isn’t all that bad (if you can avoid the presents left by the sheep) until you’re nearly at the good bit. Then it’s ruined by an awkward gate thing, which in our case involved some lifting over a wire topped fence. You don’t half get a lot of old rocks for the effort though.
I was slightly saddened to see that a crude symbol had been hastily scratched into the lichen on one of the stones, it didn’t look deep enough to have done much damage to the actual stone itself.
Couldn’t figure out what was going on with the things that look like abandoned millstones. We spent a good couple of hours mooching about, but still felt like we needed twice that amount of time, there’s just so much to see.