

Ah, the tree of redemption. I sheltered within its protective branches under siege from dangerously rearing heifers arriving seemingly out of nowhere... figuring how to get back to the car without being trampled under hoof. In the end, I decided to back away facing the creatures, brandishing my walking pole as I went. It worked. The right to roam is great, but it brings possible dangers – pastureland has cows on it.
What I took to be the entrance causeway across the inner ditch.
To be fair I can’t imagine what else this might be if not a henge.... it has all the classic attributes.
With a couple of hours free after a visit to the nearby Easthill stone circle, it would’ve been rude not to take a look here. However, note the gnarled tree.... this – possibly – helped to save my life following a sudden stampede from numerous cows suddenly arriving in the field.
This henge wasn’t on my list, I’d never heard of it til last week, I only found it on the map whilst looking at the route from the last site to the next, this earthwork was between the two, so I had a deeper look and found that Bladup had added it as a site on here some time ago, then deleted his pictures so the site page has remained empty for some time. So it seems it’s up to me to go take a look and flesh out this withering website.
There is no footpath to the round thing, but this is Scotland, where we’re going we don’t need footpaths. So I hike my tripod over my shoulder and leave the daughter in the car at the road side, parking near to, but not blocking a farm gate.
Walking across the field I keep willing one of the model aircraft club members to actually fly a plane but no luck, you stick to your corner of the field and I’ll stick to mine, winner, my corner has a henge in it.
Or is it a henge? the lengthy description of the site on Canmore has the site as domestic prior to the 90’s, but much bronze age stuff was found, pottery shards , two planks and a whole Ard plough.
The entrance is very indistinct, at the north east is a slight dip in the bank, or is it an excavation scar from archaeology ?
I stroll round it once doing photography, then stand gormlessly in the middle for a bit, trying to figure the place out, I never did. The Portal says the entrance is at the west, I never saw it.
I walk round again with my tripod fully extended and held high above my head trying to get an elevated view, I must’ve looked a bit of a twit.
Speaking of which it’s high time I was off to my next port of call.