Misty Halloween morning and waking monsters at the Rollright Stones, Oxfordshire
Morning mists and I had the place to myself... or thought I had before her nibs on the right flew in shrieking and cackling. She'd bought a new air fryer apparently and was overjoyed with it.
A quick Halloween post so I don't miss the moment, but at a prehistoric site that has more myths and legends attached to it
than any other in Britain; many about witches and witchcraft.
I did touch one of the stones to see if they were beginning to move or build up an energy for the evening and I did indeed feel a disturbing sensation but then remembered I'd wolfed a bacon buttie for breakfast a little too quickly.
(There are always gifts to the stones and offerings to the ancestors at the Rollright Stones. On the foreground stone is a little bag of of something and they were dotted around the circle, and the central stone was covered with red cut flowers.)
One of the great joys of the Rollright Stones that shouldn't be underestimated is its complete lack of commercialisation.
We parked in the lay-by and then I simply wandered in, past the honesty box and explored the stones. I think the charge is £1 or something similar and I should explain that I do bung in a fiver in change now and again when I'm feeling flush because someone, someday will find a way of making money out of the site and set up a mind numbing 'heritage centre'.
Far more evocative and inspiring to let the imagination wonder.
Misty Halloween morning and waking monsters at the Rollright Stones, Oxfordshire
Morning mists and I had the place to myself... or thought I had before her nibs on the right flew in shrieking and cackling. She'd bought a new air fryer apparently and was overjoyed with it.
A quick Halloween post so I don't miss the moment, but at a prehistoric site that has more myths and legends attached to it
than any other in Britain; many about witches and witchcraft.
I did touch one of the stones to see if they were beginning to move or build up an energy for the evening and I did indeed feel a disturbing sensation but then remembered I'd wolfed a bacon buttie for breakfast a little too quickly.
(There are always gifts to the stones and offerings to the ancestors at the Rollright Stones. On the foreground stone is a little bag of of something and they were dotted around the circle, and the central stone was covered with red cut flowers.)
One of the great joys of the Rollright Stones that shouldn't be underestimated is its complete lack of commercialisation.
We parked in the lay-by and then I simply wandered in, past the honesty box and explored the stones. I think the charge is £1 or something similar and I should explain that I do bung in a fiver in change now and again when I'm feeling flush because someone, someday will find a way of making money out of the site and set up a mind numbing 'heritage centre'.
Far more evocative and inspiring to let the imagination wonder.