‘…All the henge stones…’
‘…were thought to be alive…’
‘…both individually and as the cells of a larger organism.’
– Michael Dames.
For practical purposes they are like elephants and flowing water.
They follow the shortest, flatest path to wherever they are going, and en route the jagged edges first get smoothed and then get worn away.
In this particular case we are on the path to understanding…
‘Standing Stones of the Druids’
‘STANding sTONes of the DRUids’
There are a number of ‘Stantons’ in England with an attendant ancient site, and for a long time these places were associated with Druids although we now know that they were around a lot earlier than the period normally associated with those infamous ‘Old-Time-Sages’.
This ‘fella’, could easily be a druid, although he could just as easily be a she, in which case one would be tempted to call her a witch.
It is the first stone that greets you at the site.
If you look closely at the first photograph you can see some of the other stones lurking in the background.
On our first visit to this site we were struck by how utterly ‘other’ the stones appeared in relation to their environment.
“It’s got a ‘wen’ in it!”
And if we had not already twigged
that really should have clinched it!
“How are they pronouncing it anyway?”
“‘Bosk-a-Noon’ – ‘The House of the Elder-Tree.'”
“They’re ignoring the ‘wen-bit’ then.”
“Or, we could just call it hidden.”
“How do they do that?”
“Make a stone that size disappear.”
“Well, at least it’s not yet started walking…”
By the time we left, though,
all the stones in the circle had begun,
what we call, ‘morphing’…
And somewhere a horn was sounding.
“If I didn’t know better,
I’d say the Wild Hunt was abroad.”
“So here’s to you, Mr Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you can know…”
“You have no idea just how many times I have heard that.”
“Sorry, still, at least we now have your attention.”
“And having got my attention?”
“Ah, you are everything we hoped you would be, but are you more?”
“There’s only one way to find out…”
“Rumour has it, that there are stones bigger than those now visible on the surface, still buried at Avebury.”
“Does it, indeed. Leave it with me and I’ll see what I can do…”