Nine Ladies of Stanton Moor

wednesday 22nd may 2002
my first stop on the long trip to callanish..
passed the remains of the protestors’ camp on the way up; seemed very deserted.. when i reached the stones, i didn’t feel very welcome, the place was a sad mess, rubbish all over the place, ashes and debris from several big fires, and a generally unhappy atmosphere.. no wonder!! some bloke apparently from the camp totally off his nut collapsed on top of one of the stones.. in fact the whole place seemed to be screaming out to be left well alone, even by those with supposedly good intentions.. abused and misrepresented i felt.. the stones themselves too damaged and the genii loci of the place too angry to show what the nine ladies once stood for.. how very sad to have ruined such a lovely place.. didn’t stay long.