

Looking through the portal stones to the chamber
In the chamber looking through the portal stones
I haven’t seen a burial chamber this close to houses since Brittany.
King Orry’s Grave in it’s uber suburban setting
The other end of king Orry’s grave across the road and behind a house.
Later in the morning of the summer solstice
Later in the morning of the summer solstice
Later in the morning of the summer solstice
These very well behaved sheep never made a sound, note the one black sheep, every family has one.
George Nash in his Architecture of death (keep it light George) calls it a long barrow, then says it could have been round at one point, then says it’s probably a long barrow.
I sent the long retired monkey boy back up one last tree for this picture.
Just beyond the next field is one of Britain’s best named places, get ready, I’m going to say it now.... ......Booby Dingle, there, I said it, Booby Dingle, Booby Dingle, Booby Dingle !
King stone, lovely son and his turbocharged car
Upon guiding Eric, for he is driving me round today, I said it’s not far from the road, in fact you might almost be able to say it’s in the middle of the road.
When we got there he said he remembered this place, which is always nice.