Today as promised I have foregone insects in favour of a Megalithic tomb………I may have posted on this before…I hope not. It nearly killed me hawking my body and a tripod to one thousand four hundred feet. Don’t panic! I started at over a thousand feet so a gentle stroll.
As always all images will enlarge…………the first to humongous size. A stitched panorama…………..it’s deceptive countryside there are three populated valleys between me and the horizon. The dot…..white one……..in the centre is the camper.
The two black bits breaking the horizon are Five Wells. A very ancient burial mound that was destroyed by wall builders who raided it for stone two hundred years ago and not improved by a Victorian ‘Hooray’ archaeologist a hundred years later. I love the place I woke up in time to see it at dawn but the weather, being cloudy, I made an executive decision to have breakfast first.
This looks like a pile of limestone but is man made. Megalith doesn’t refer to a period, it it from the Greek and means big stone, this could be not only the highest British surviving man made edifice but also one of the oldest. They were built around five thousand and forty two years ago. How can I be so precise? Easy…..in June!! They didn’t call it June then of course they called it Hgrumpph. It is still easy…… what no one else knows I become an expert in.
Have fun for the rest of the week………….Anyone else wondering if we have a Prime Minister? He’s gone awful quiet. Not dithering on our or your Rupert. Shall I , shan’t I ……..for once just missing. A blessed relief.