The house beside the stone is off picture to the right in the trees.
After working on my feet every day I can sympathise with any bronze age standing stone currently having a lie down. So long as someone one day helps it back to it’s feet.
The odd ring of Daffodils that seem to be paying their respects.
Zooming past the western groovy stone to it’s near nieghbour.
Looking over the western stone down to the sea
The grooved western stone pointing vaguely across the valley to Darren camp hillfort and cairn.
It’s only about three feet tall, but still it’s a nice good looking stone.
From the eastern stone to the western stone and down the valley to the sea.
Looking across the bluebelled interior to the outer bank.
Looking across the bluebelled interior to the outer bank.
Looking east into the ditch from the middle of the south entrance.
Looking west into the ditch from the middle of the south entrance.
The highest part of the remaining bank.
Looking over the ditch to the bluebelled interior.
Clogging the south entrance of the central henge, Krusties burger van and Krusties friendship bracelets, with assorted hippy dresses. (that’s two separate Krusties)I pointed out their errors, didn’t get me a free burger, or bracelet.
Not the best view through an henges entrance Ive ever had.
A heavily quarried away section of the central henge, and what looks like a refugee camp.
Beltane celebrants, doing an uncanny impression of squatters.
Krusties new portaloo business is really taking off.
The north henge is in the trees.
Thornborough henge central was really buzzing with some intense UFO activity, they didn’t even go when I took a photo.
A rather upsetting view of the central henges south entrance.
Looking over the north entrance (the best of the two)of the south henge.
A good length of henge bank and the north entrance.
The northern entrance of the south henge.
Whilst walking the henge I found a bath, I spoke to krustie the scrap man, he’s coming for it Tuesday afternoon.
Looking, if you’ll believe me, through the southern entrance (the long grass in foreground) through the northern entrance of the south henge to the south entrance of the central henge, marked by Krusties burger van.
The roadside Arrow, They’re so big and in such an every day kind of place they remind me of the big menhirs of Brittany.