This is too easy to miss, right on a corner, and with such a tiny entrance that even the sign pointing clearly to the entrance makes you think ‘where’? But it’s huge!
After an initial squeeze down into the banana shaped souterrain, the head height is more generous and I was able to stand up. Treading carefully, as my torch didn’t seem to penetrate the gloom whatsoever, I paced it out at 16 paces and counted seven capstones! Wow!
After the relentless Aberdeenshire sun (and you don’t get to write that very often) the fridge coolness of the earth house was most welcome. This was surely a prehistoric food store-cum-bank-cum-insurance policy.