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The Quoit and a distant big thumbs up.

At exactly 7.32am on the most auspicious day of the year, the 23rd of July, the sun streams in and a carved symbol can be made out on the floor, not visible except on this one day. I took away the tissues, perhaps the last person here had a cold.

Last bit of cairn material poking through.

The really impressive ring cairn and it’s attendant shake hole on the right, with the big cairn in the distance.

Ring cairn and it’s shake hole, surely there must be some mythical connection going on here, underworld related maybe.

You can’t tell really but the mother of all shake holes lies between the two very different kinds of cairns.

Whats over the hill? more cairns probably, but really? isn’t the miracle of the ring cairn and shake holes enough?

The massive sink hole between the two very different kind of cairns.

Looking over the cairn

Some of the big still working kerb stones.

Right next to a shake hole, that’s a sink hole to you and me, the ground literally disappears and collapses in on itself.

The cairn is almost surrounded by shake holes.

Falling away into the shake hole bottom right.

Taken from next to the fence by the roadside, prior to jumping over said fence for the closer look.

A couple of the large kerb stones

The disheveled interior and that odd standing stone part of the cairn.

Folly lake in the background

One of the two cairn like things either side of the circle

Sewingshield Crags crown the horizon.

There’s two cists and a few decent cairns on the other side of the trees.

A bit of a difference in stones here.