Looks like it was built on a bit of a platform from here.
Very recently completely restored, looks like it’s been here all along, almost.
I’m not sure if the owners of the field are ready for visitors, so I came at it from the opposite side of the house, from the small road to the north. Anonymous is my middle name.
Red glow to the west as the equinox sun prepares to rise in the east.
Fairies abound, a bit less on private land and it would be idyllic.
Looking towards the smashed and opened rear end of the Fogou
Most of the stone used is not quartz, but here and there a small block will show up.