Oh that's splendid. It feels like such a time ago that I visited these great places, though the weather was obviously better when we were there. Haven't done any adventuring for a while & need to give myself a good shake up. I get a bit hibernaty in the Winter months; moping around inside watching crap on the telly. It has to stop, time is short. Wellies & windcheaters out :)
So pleased that you found Nine Maidens brooding and menacing and wanted to get away from it as soon as possible. I think we should encourage this view to be spread far and wide thus leaving it unvisited and people-free whenever I go back there :)
Joking aside, a great canter through one of my favourite landscapes, enjoyed reading that very much. Now stop messing about on the internet and get painting.
There are AP's for the area ,probably viewable on the NLS (national libraray of Scotland site ) . Also worth noting that the large scale 25 inch map (middle 19th C?) doesn't look like it has the dyke marked just a ditch ,it is however marked on the later 6 th maps .
The Guard excavation of the cists notes the field clearance. "During the recent investigations at Blairbuy in April 2012 a number
of large elongated boulders were observed
around the edges of the stand of trees adjacent
to the Wren’s Egg and the existing standing stone
pair. Along with these large stones lay extensive
piles of rounded and irregular stones from
field clearance, and the occasional large slab of
stone. The presence of the elongated boulders
in the clearance material suggests they had been
removed from the main field. Whether they
formed any relationship with the standing stones
or the glacial erratic is unknown. The slabs may
be an indication of further cists in the vicinity that
had been disturbed by ploughing, as they do not
occur naturally in the ploughsoil."
Both comments interesting, cheers.. I did have a look at the walls and gateposts on my way back to Monreith, and didn't notice anything else, but would love to return asap for further checks. I did not know the green lanes antiquity for sure, but suspected it was by the way it was raised up from the field between Monreith and Blairbuy. I wonder what aerial photos there are for the area, including b+w from WW2.
Anyone who is tempted by all this might be interested to know that the green lane on from Blairbuy keeps going for quite a way before it opens out into a green sward called Court Hill near to Dowies or The Old Place of Monreith, a restored fortified house. The topography in the immediate area suggests it's an ancient meeting/gathering place. The Monreith Cross, now in the Whithorn Museum, used to be sited there, it appears.
Be warned, though, you WILL need good wellies along the "lane"..........the site can be approached separately by road but I love the old lane approach, with its occasional elm tree glade (yes some survived up here).
Depends where the shoot is and what sort of estate, but these days many of the shooters are just "well-heeled" youngish types who have got the spare cash to dish out on a day's "fun". So, apart from other general considerations, many of them won't be very good shots. Still........it's only a few half-dead pheasants/ partridge.
I saw a really shocking thing (even to me) some time ago.........a 4some of tweeds standing by a 4-wheel drive sporting shotguns. The vehicle grille had EIGHT hares hanging from it.
Thanks Spencer and Moss,
I'm sure I may have been to somewhere that was muddier, but I cant think where it was, it wouldn't be so bad if it was just mud, this was that kind of hybrid mud.
It was just awful, and ive got no sense of smell, seeing this great little chamber half surrounded by orange "mud" all I could think of was a fat bloated corpse lying in a pool of it's own filth.
Stone me the King was Welsh?
I have been several times to St.Elvis, the muddiness is due to the milking cows, there must have been a hundred, pass us by one summer in a single line. Just love this part of the coast. But I thought I would find Breverton's news on the subject of Elvis the King and his Welsh background, it was in 2000..
Trust me, Strumble can have some lovely sunshine. I used to go down for Whit holidays year after year with folks, always seemed to have good weather at that time of year, and hope to finally return to West Pembrokeshire next year..would've been last month if I'd been up to the 6hr+ drive. We used to stay at a site at Rhosson which is still going, now called St Davids Camping. Looks unchanged from website pix. Basic, cheap, fab. I know where I'm going.... no hesitation in recommending it to others here if they like 'real' camping. Commiserations for the crap weather you encountered during your 'window of opportunity'.
My local farmer says it's " drag " hunting. They're allowed to chase the fox, but not kill it!
I've just witnessed a bunch of "men", dressed up in beribboned socks, knickerbockers & tweed jackets shoot pheasant out of the sky. It's a sport apparently. The pheasants are reared & grouped & then frightened into flight. The men's dogs then gather them up. They dont even take them home to eat. These people belong to a completely different world & are extremely wealthy. The idiot minions load their guns & rear their pheasants whilst being sneered at.
Well said; "Isn't the primary definition of a moron that of an individual who can not learn from past mistakes... and continues to replicate them?"
Basically we are just different tribes, the 'hunt tribe' dress up, emulating the bright colours of our state soldiers, look down with disdain at the lower classes on foot (always troublesome). I thought that the Hunting Act* of 2004 forbade hunting with dogs, trailing of an artifical substance for dogs does not count though, so what were they doing up on Hambledon Hill? The vote was carried in the National Trust AGAINST hunting of stags, 40,000 odd thousand against 23,000 for, or thereabouts. Perhaps it is up to the NT to forbid any form of hunting on its land.....
*"Is an Act of the Parliament of the United Kingdom which bans the hunting of wild mammals (notably foxes, deer, hares and mink) with dogs in England and Wales; the Act does not cover the use of dogs in the process of flushing out an unidentified wild mammal"
Unidentified wild mammals are probably the panthers that roam over the Cornish moors!....
For me, the worst thing about the, er, homo sapiens that take part in hunts is that they are so revolting they can make you forget your humanity for a moment? For example I read recently that one of them had fallen and died whilst on a hunt... and my instinctive thought was 'Hope the horse was OK'. Serious point... does that reflect badly on me? Since it's more complicated than that. Perhaps she was a mother leaving behind a blameless, innocent child?
The argument that hunting controls vermin is, in my opinion utter bollocks. I've spoken to enough farmers who've had their crops trampled- but can't say anything because the local (and hence corrupt?) Chief Super is a hunt member - to know that is self evident. Ditto that if competent farmers have trouble with a fox they deal with it themselves. And rightly so. So why do these horse riding cretains do it? Is it a power trip, a pathetic attempt to delude themselves they are relevant by reliving a fantasy when mounted knights ruled the world. Before the crossbow, let alone machine guns, rendered them utterly obsolete. Even though they know the days of uneducated peasants doffing their caps is long gone. We are not gonna back down any more.
Isn't the primary definition of a moron that of an individual who can not learn from past mistakes... and continues to replicate them?
I am a bit concerned about the unscrupulous fraterniy at the moment, it has to be said. Half of me wants to contact an official body and stay schtum about something - actually plural - at the moment, but I would at the same time hope that images on TMA would result in an official inspection, if this place is as widely read as I would hope. I do not know who to contact. As well as a triple rampart gorse covered hillfort I have found a site which, although I'm not learned I'm veering towards sacred and/or ceremonial as opposed to astronomical for which I can still find no other example on the net in Scotland or elsewhere on mainland UK, plus also what looks like a settlement of approximately ten hut circles of a size, after genning up, apparently typical of the late Bronze Age. Aerial pix for all - cropmarks, shadows and physical features if viewers know what to look for. They do exist. A farm's nearby and in sight of the latter and is only access without one hell of an alternative hike. Still 'twitchy' though.. and, yes, accutely aware that I'm a newbie and have come on here and have started blathering about things I don't fully understand and that others would praps have given their eye teeth, if confirmed, to have come across. Another reason why a bit of me just wants to just contact whoever is the right body, say no more and let things take their course, whatever that may be. I only wanted to take some pics of a few sites and have a bit of a potter about and a chill...
Got to agree with that. The reason I enjoy coming to TMA so much is that it's a 100% community effort, rather than one person's vision or version. Every new contribution adds to the pot and purely on a personal level the must-see list gets ever longer. I reckon we all inspire each other, whether it's to get out and see something we haven't seen before, to try to take better pictures to share here, or to capture something in a note that might inspire someone else to get out there after us.
I think Wainwright got it pretty much spot on in that quote. Your recent brushes with an alternative existence certainly reinforce it too.
I'm constantly humbled by the sites I visit, I'm both in awe of the minds that built them with such limited tools and resources, but also of the wonderful landscapes around them. The further they are from all the crap of day to day modern life, the better. Another quote probably sums up my other reasons for heading for the hills:
"The movers move, the shakers shake, the winners write their history, but from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing" (Justin Sullivan)
To pick up Gladman's point about "without having an adverse effect upon others", Moss once asked if there's a risk that by sharing all this information we are inadvertently advertising locations and directions to the unscrupulous, the diggers, the robbers. I'm sure there is a risk, but in my mind it's outweighed by the ability of places like TMA to raise awareness of what's there for the good. Awareness - knowledge - of these places makes them better protected, ironically. An unvisited site, forgotten and untended, is far more likely to escape notice when it's ploughed out, or dug into, or flattened with a bulldozer, than one where the evidence is noticed and reported and maybe accompanied by a bit of public outcry. And someone who understands that these things are far more than bits of stone and lumps and bumps is more likely to show a bit of respect and leave the place as they found it (obviously there are always exceptions, sadly).
Sorry, that ended up being a longer response than I intended :)