Another world.... Walking in the air
After last weeks aborted attempt to climb Moel y Gamelin and visit the big barrow up there and the nearby hillfort Moel y Gaer, I decided today would be a good day to try again, but it wasnt, I didnt even try to get onto the horseshoe pass the road may have been passable but the hilltops were lost in fog, so I switched to plan B which was try to get to a trio of big barrows north west of llyn Brenig.
Rhiwiau barrow is three metres tall and looked to be the easiest to get to, but no sooner had I turned off the main snowcleared road the small road became undrivable after a few hundred metres. I dumped/parked the car where it would least cause offence donned my all weather clothing and set off up the road.
I didnt get far, the sky was clear and visibility was good but a road sign hinted at a walk of at least three miles there and back, nope, back to the car.
The trouble with my plan C was there was no plan C, the best I could come up with was go to Anglesey buy a map and try to get to a few of the easier to visit sites. As I was drving past Conwy I noticed the sky had a bit of colour to it over the mountains a road sign said Penmaenmawr and suddenly a plan was born, the druids circle was my new destination.
Mostly the roads were ok lower down but as I drove higher the roads got worse and I left the car at a convenient parking place near a footpath
It probably took about forty minutes from car to circle 275, with every yard gained the snow got deeper and the path got slippier.
Above me to my right was Graig llwyd axe factory/quarry and even without a map I knew that circle 275 was near the power lines that cross the hills nearby, unfortunatly I strayed from the path and knee deep snow sapped my stregnth, at this time the fog came, I could tell which way the path went and which way was north so I stuggled on. Out of the whiteness came some dark shapes and I made my way over,
mostly beacause it was the only feature I could see, I sank with both feet in a really deep snowdrift just as the wind whipped a snow cloud into my face and I shouted into the wind, Its usually about now that a feather light monk rescues you and takes you to a hidden monastary where you develop some super powers, but I got cold waiting and pulled my self out staggered over to the dark shapes which then pleasingly turned into a stone circle, huffing and puffing more than a bit I smiled at the prospect of knowing once more where I was,
Aubrey Burl says of this lovely little five stone cirlce that it is considered an outlier of the southwest Irish five stoners with one of the stones (the recumbent) much flatter than the others, they were probably up here getting copper and stone axes?
From here it wasnt far to the druids circle, and it never dissapoints, my grandfather whom I never met brought my teenage mother up here in 1953, so the stones hold a special quality for me.
Standing out of the wind behind the tallest stone, the deity stone or the alter stone, dont know which, it appeared to me that me and the stones were the only things that existed, we were in the middle of a complete whiteout the only thing I could see was the stones, there was no mountains no path no anything, here I would stay forever, lost.
Then it cleared enough for me to come back into the world and I could see from the hillock that overlooks the druids circle the weird muddle of stones known only as monument 280. (worse name ever) I waded over to them and took a couple of pics of the confusing mess.
The ring cairn that is called circle 278 wasnt obvious to see so I went in the other direction towards Cors y Carneddau stone circle, I found the kink in the wall where this ruined stone ring lurks only three stones seem to be left. Over the wall is a ring cairn and a kerb cairn both in good condition from the ring cairn I spotted the barrow and had to get back over the wall and through two three foot high snowdrifts, twice.
The barrow is about two metres tall and has a scoop out of its top, on a clear day good views across the valley to Drosgl and llwytmor can be seen.
Not bad for stone hunting in the fog and snow without a map, by now my fingers and toes were going a tad numb so I started back down, as I skidded and slid down the hillside it occured to me that as the snow was so deep my feet hadnt touched the ground for quite a while so I was actually walking in the air and looking a bit snowmanish too...... Shut up Aled !!!
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I would drive 500 miles
Blog guidelines specify that among other uses a weblog can be used to show what can be done in a day trip or holiday. I would say that what can be done is entirely up to the traveller, how hard-core are you?
On thursday 15th november we dropped the kids off at school and started the long drive to the Scottish border. Mother in law would pick them up have a sleep over and we would see them the following night. So what can one do in about 36 hours.
The cast of characters are myself my wife Hayley and our 10 yr old Jack Russell Arnie. We got to Dumfries and went strait to The Twelve Apostles stone circle. Parking at the corner of the field we had our sandwiches whilst watching sheep dancing on one of the stones, and was gratified to see the grass was much shorter than the last time we came. We walked down the road and climbed over the stile, and there it is, a big ring of the Cumbrian type with large though toppled stones and a large number of them have gone, but still impressive nonetheless, all the sheep had deserted the stones for the safe haven of the field next door, a buzzard wheeled over us, I know there ten a penny but still, I think theyre cool.
We got back in the car and travelled the short distance to another smaller less impressive Easthill stone circle, after wet feet, knackered out and pretty annoyed we gave up looking, we could not find it at all
But more easy to find was the Cairnholy duo, it took a bit less than an hour to get there and I was worried we didn't have enough time before sunset, but we made it just in time, the sky was a tadd cloudy so the moment of solar interrment was lost upon us but the sky was awash with reds, oranges and pinky-yellowy colours it was very nice. The stones here are fandabydosey although the chambers are quite small the megalithic forecourt is a doosy, tall and pointy. I left Hayley at the stones with Arnie and I went up to the smaller Cairnholy 2, though the farm is very close access isnt a problem and if you turn toward the sea you can forget everything, A couple of points to point out are the two chambers are not intervisible and of very different type. It was beginning to darken so I ran back to the car (which you can leave right next to the chamber) and I drove quickly round a few corners to Glenquicken stone circle.
There are 4 or 5 circles round here but for now i'll see only this one, I left Hayley and Arnie in the car and ran over the field. The tall central stone is all you can see untill your right on top of it. Some have likened this place to my local Bullstones but there is practically no resemblance at all the cenral stone here is a different shape and hieght, the circle is almost gone if it was ever there at all at the bullstones
Glenquicken is a very special place and the bullstones is just ok.
It was getting dark but my new improved camera and a couple of filters were doing just what I wanted of them. It was too late on to find the nearby cist so I just sat and took in the evening light and caressed the big cetral stone, a bit daft maybe but you havent been some where till you've touched it, a touch turned into
a light rub and that turned into a caress which ended as a full blown hug and then it really was time to go. I sauntered over the field safe in the knowledge that we had plenty of time and no real hurry to get there. We then drove across country back to the M74 and eventually got through the Hell hole (sorry)sometimes known as Glasgow and stopped for Dinner at a carvery near Dumbarton. Then onto our final destination the Kintyre peninsular, it was a bit dissapointing not seeing any countryside on the way but Iv'e been this way a few times so have seen it before and anyway needs must.
We parked in the carpark at the north end of Machrihanish beach and got our heads down, despite the time of year it was warm in the car, the only sleep disruptions were the end of every dream and the dog chewing his pigs ear at about midnight.
In the morning I first found Craigs standing stone with its big horse and abandoned houses and two hudred yards away glencraigs standing stone the two are'nt visible from each other and different from each other too, good views out to sea and behind up to the hills.
Next was Balegreggan, we parked on a residential side street and I left the others in the car. Jumpingthe gate I made my way up hill to the fence upon reaching it I read a sign saying 'beware electric fence' as if not beleiving it I touched it, stupid beyond belief. Carefully I climbed over and was only 60m away from the stone, possibly the biggest stone on the peninsular and with a very pronounced lean I could hear a quad bike in the distance so didn't linger long.
Ten minutes later we were walking in Campbletown high street looking for breakfast, from there you can look up at the hills and see a standing stone, I bet not many towns can say that. After a bacon buttie and coffee we headed even further south looking for Glenmucknach standing stone.
I followed a land rover to a house down a rough farm track and got out to ask the old chap about the stone, he was great not only did he explain how to get there and let us park in his ample yard, but he also showed us a photo of himself at the stone with his mate who looked oddly familiar to hayley and me.
We left his house and turned left through a gate negotiating the gorse and brambles we entered the forest (which isn't on the map) the path led through the trees to the open ground and we climbed the north-south fence, the old chap mentioned something about climbing it or maybe don't we wandered about for a while untill we remembered his words "its in a clearing amongst the trees" and looking at the map we knew we'd gone too far so turned back and reclimbed the fence and headed for the only clearing we could see turning the corner into the clearing hayley and me both clenched our fists and shouted "YES"
The clearing is large enough for a stone circle let alone a single stone,which is nice to see. The stone is twice my height, quartzy mossy and licheny we both felt elated to find it despite the trees, on the way back we were laughing and singing to the proclaimers tune " I would drive 500 miles, just to see a stone in a plantation" We thanked the old chap for his kindness and went back north as time was beginning to catch up with us, back through Campbeltown and a little way north was Glenlessa lodge and its stone in a wall, what a place to live .
Next rather ambitiosly we headed for Paul McCartneys stone at High Park but it was padlocked and no way through so a bit further north was Skeroblin stone situated in what must be the muddiest field in Scotland it was mostly water and sometimes bubbled when I stepped on a clump of earth and grass those of you who know what I mean, will know what I mean. Not a tall stone but you take what you can when those bloody scousers block your way.
It was now getting late and we had a long way to go so there was just one place to go on the way.
Ballochroy is a splendid stone row with a large cist thrown in too. Looking out to sea we can see the islands of Gigha and on a clear day Jura where the summer solstice sun sets.
Sheep are funny things they usually run away alerting the farmer to your prescence but these were different they were huge beefy and completly unafraid they came towards us untill I flashed them (with my camera) as we walked around they just ignored us. and that was our mad trip to Kintyre, like I said at the beginning anything is possible, it all depends on how hard-core you are. We arrived home at 10.15, my son said to me before going sleep remember we're going out tomorrow, so at 6.30am we were on our way to N.Wales
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The land of Far Far Away
The land of Far Far away in question is Sutherland, in the far north of Scotland, a wild and beautiful place, and on a shining sunday morning barely a soul around.
We left home in Cheshire a bit late so I couldnt watch the sun go down at Greycroft in Cumbria, instead I decided to have a night time visit to the clava cairns, just me and a big torch. It was pitch black and an owl was making his prescence known and with rustling in the leaves, it was real creepy.
After a long drive north we turned off at Helmsdale and stopped along the A897 for some well needed sleep. A few short hours later and the sun was starting to come up so we drove quickly up to Kinbrace where a chambered cairn awaited me and my camera. We parked at a cattle grid and I legged it up the hillside whilst Eric watched from the car. The sun had yet to make it over the hillside . It was a big cairn with vestiges of a passage and chamber, there's more chambered cairns in the forest too but a bit harder to find me thinks.
Skail chambered cairn known to the locals as 'the temple' is in a lush river valley and is one of the nicest places Iv'e been to. We drove past it and I caught a glimpse of something familiar so reversed back up the road and parked in the sites parking place. Over the stile and along a good wooden path there is a nice information board.
The chamber is largely intact, free of plant growth and an amount of cairn material is still left. The early morning sun shone through the leaves of lichen covered stunted by wind trees and it just took me away to another place. I cant see why no-ones been here before, ok it's miles from civilisation but if I can make it from middle England surely some of our Scottish brethren could have come here, too preoccupied with RSC's and such.
Not far up the road is Skelpick, another cairn infested corner of Sutherland, on our way to Skelpick long we stopped at Coille na Borgie.
Two big cairns one in good condition the other sadly abused, just one chamber orthostat and the whole area used as a dump, broken glass bottles and scrap metal the crap of choice .
Just a few yards to the south is the star cairn .
A good megalithic forecourt still stands, the two end stones are about 6ft tall and are called the treasure stone and the plague stone. The chamber can be accessed through the top it's only small and somewhat overgrown, another good information board is by the road . Just down the road is Skelpick long.
One day I sat at home randomely browsing the sites on the map when I saw this place I just knew the pictures weren't telling all they could so I promised to find a good reason and come up here one day, and here we were. Me and my 5yr old son Eric parked by the cattle grid jumped the fence and hit and missed the sometimes path. We both cheered when we saw the bridge I knew it was there but Greywether sounded like it was maybe a bit decrepid. the cairn is really long and the chamber is at the northern end, dropping down through the roof again one finds what I took to be the last capstone and at one end of said chamber is another smaller side chamber strewn with bones . A little overgrown I wished I'd brought the sheers, but even as I found it, it was still worth the million mile car trip . We were a bit hungry by now so we headed over to Thurso before visiting the last place on my revised must see list.
The tullochs of Assery intreagued me because of their silly name and their proximity to the loch.
We parked on the road and dodged the cows between us and the cairns, over a gate and into new forest we picked our way through the trees which was easier than I anticipated. But without wellies we couldn't get any nearer, one was more moundy than the other, sadly there isn't much more to say about them because we only got with in 30 yards or so.
We had a real long way to go to get home so we had to go, on the way I spotted a broch by a loch,so I took a photo then looked at the map, I was dead close to loch Stemster but still not enough time. At the end of that road where the A9 meets the A99 are two standing stones they were too close to ignore so I mozied on over, one very tall lichen covered weather worn stone and one smaller squarish stone. Unfortunately a little dog was getting a sore throat from barking at me and it's owner was eyeing me and with a barbed wire topped wall between us I felt a stone hug was out of the question.
Now it really was time to go, 9 hours later we collapsed through the door too tired to realise how hungry we were.
Mission complete, 1000 miles, £90 in petrol, was it worth it ? Of course, I'd go again right now if I could .
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Mother hills and Phallic stones
I borrowed a library map of the Lleyn peninsula lately and noticed that there was about 10 standing stones not yet added to the MA so I added them and have just finished visiting them,
and came to a rather rude conclusion, it's probably best not to read this to small children.
Firstly I was hoping to get up to Tre'r Cieri the city of the giants (if it's name doesn't entice you here nowt will) but low clouds deterred me and I decided to take another look at Bach Wen dolmen, it is a fine construction in a wild area inbetween the sea and the mountains with purportedly more than a hundred cup marks on the top of the capstone but lots of them are so faint I couldn't make out more than fifty, also from here you can see Yr Eifl and Tre'r Ceiri and they did not look like they were going to be free of clouds any time soon so I thought it best to crack on with the stones.
The closest was Llwyndyrys menhir so I made for this one. I asked a farmer for permission (which always gives me a good vibe) and found the stone easily enough. It seemed to have a man made quality to it, not shaped but almost like concrete, anyway it was about 7ft tall pointy and in full view of Mynnyd Carnguwch, on top of which is a massive cairn, and was by now free of cloud so it was back to the car .
On the way from stone to hilltop cairn I was really struck by it's breast like appearance, the hill on it's own would have made a nun blush but the big cairn at it's summit was just too much and my palms began to sweat.
I parked the car and got a wave from a passing farmer so felt encouraged to make my own way up, it was a long walk up, and I noticed that there wasn't particularly lots of stone around so the ancients must have carried most of it to the top. Upon reaching the top I half expected to find a passage and chamber, but this isn't that kind of cairn, it is really big, but I think it's been built on top of a natural hillock the grass poked through in several places and on top the cairn had been scooped out to provide a shelter from the wind or someone had dug just to have a look either way the natural ground had been exposed . This to me can only mean that there is no burial, it's landscaping of an extreme type, they saw a boob shaped hill with a small nipple on top so they all climbed up and made it bigger to make the perfect mother hill .I defy anyone who does not see a breast when looking at Mynnyd Carnguwch.
Next I went to YFfor menhir, close to the dolmen but easier reached from the village itself, a footpath goes past it so it's not hard to find. The map says down the road is another standing stone but it is recumbent, but when you see this one you wonder if this one is too but the map doesn't say owt, it certainly doesn't stand upright but it does point straight at Mynnyd Carnguwch, I was beginning to get a funny feeling about this place the mother hill and it's many standing stones, Time for one more before I go home.
Tir Bach is named after the farm on which it stands, permission absolutely should be sought,
The couple who own the land were very nice and surprised that someone had come to see their stone (though some old chap had turned up wanting to paint it once).Before returning to hole digging for draining purposes they told me that the stone wasn't "adopted" by anyone but three boffins from CADW had looke dat it and said the stone was in upside down but had been so for millenia, there is also two quartz lumps sticking out and then had rings carved round them. There is loads of graffitti on it from the 19 and 18 century, dates and initials mostly
There is no view to the sacred hill because of high river bank and trees but the stone has one very flat surface on its northern side, aligned perfectly east-west. That can't be a coincidence.
Five days later I was back, Tre'r Ceiri was even more lost in clouds and it rained more or less constantly but the other standing stones I saw only reinforced the naked symbolism I'd began to uncovered.
Moel Gwynysgwynus standing stone was off the edge of my map so I had to roam around guessing, decked out in wellies and waterproofs I strode all over the hillside safe in the knowledge that it was here somewhere, I could see in the distance a large something by the fence was it a feeding trough or a big stone? I got there and was pleased to find a huge stone somewhat like a recumbent stone from an RSC it was part of a really low stone wall where only the biggest stones were left, was it once standing? I couldnt tell, no stone hole no weathering at one end. It was intriguing, but from here I could see the real stone I'd come to see. As I walked down to it I noticed Myynyd Carnguwch and Yr Eifl hiding in the rain and mist. The stone is about 6ft tall and has two smaller stones at its foot, from one point the three stones look like (I'm trying to be tactful) Penis and testicles, sorry, but they reaaly do I dont know how ancient the two small ones are they're not in the ground just on it, a farmer with a sense of humour perhaps, but then theres that big hill over there, always suggestive.
On the way back down to the car there was another big stone that looked like a stander, by a fence again, was this another standing stone. The possibilities around here never stop.
On the way back to the car I ended up walking round in circles Iv'e no idea why I just felt very disroiented.
Not far to the south are the Tir Gwyn standing stones permission to view them should be sought at the farm/house of the same name.I didn't though and was forced to walk quite away,
but I did walk straight to the northern stone hidden from the house by a bush covered wall. Tir Bach north is a tall stone shaped like a half moon, located in one corner of a field, from here you can see the southern stone in the other corner of the same field.These two stone almost reminded me of the Piper stones in Landsend. Once again Mynnyd Carnguwch is highly visible not far away.
Tir Bach south is taller than it's distant partner and is kinda twisted in shape and looks like its doing the jive. That big hill can be seen here too.
A bit of a drive to the next one, nearly one kilometre north of Betws Fawr farm, but parking is available just east of the farm near a track that goes north straight to the stone but beware the track is really muddy and cows use it often, mainly as atoilet I think. At the end of the track and through the right hand gate nthe stone is in the middle of the field. This is the tallest and widest stone so far and was a welcome shelter from the wind and the rain.
Tall and smooth and of uniform girth till at the top it gets pointy, I wish there was more you can say about a single stone, hmmmm the grass was wet. Trees hid the horizon for 180 degrees,
but from the corner of the field through the mist
I could see a hill, it was in the right direction but was about 9km away and it wasn't clear enough to definatly say it was "that hill" but I have a sneaky feeling.
Last on todays list was Tyddyn Mawr standing stone , there is no where good to park so just get in anywhere then follow the path keeping trees to your right and the high curving bank to your left when the trees stop jump the fence and follow the telegraph pole. The stone is 6-7 ft tall and has a half buried stone afew feet away (fallen menhir?) and 20 metres away a big rock outcrop. The stone almost looks human as if turning in mid stride. It was far too misty now but I feel sure that my beloved Mynnyd Carnguwch was out htere somewhere. I was getting wet now, waterproofs don't stay that way all day, I walked back to the car.
I don't know if Iv'e discovered something new or unknown but it certainly convinced me, there are 8 standing stones around the hill with a cairn on it,(who knows how many have gone) all tall and pointy, if we were at West kennet they'd be male. Burial chambers abound around the Lleyn pen, but just here with in site of Mynnyd Carngwuch the solitary standing stone is the monument of choice.Theres lots of stones along this coast but there arn't many places with this high concentration of menhirs .They saw a hill that seemed obviosly female and felt the need to balance it out. Maybe the cairn was part of female Goddess worship and a later male society tried to overwelm the area with these tall stones.Or perhaps Ive just been in the field for too long, Either way I'll be back for another attempt at Tre'r Ceiri to see if any further insights come to mind, this crappy weather wont last for ever ........ will it ?
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Operation Devon storm
To my great annoyance , for the first time, I got up late ,and was'nt on the motorway heading south untill 2.30am less than four hours to get inbetween the two circles of the Grey Wethers.
The best place to park isn't on the eastern edge of the forest where the P is on the map, but rather keep driving along the small road next to the reservoir untill it stops by two gates and some big trees. I got my mountain bike out of the car and proceeded up the track through the forest and tutted to myself as the gate was open and I might have got the car further on and saved some time. As I passed Fernworthy stone circle on my right a car drove passed going to some unknown place in the forest,hopefully not the grey wethers, I tutted again, it was more uphill than I remembered and I was older and heavier and obviously getting out of shape.
Passing Froggymead (not as nice as honeymead) we ignore the first crossroad and the next right hand turn, but turn left at the next crossroad, straight down the track untill the forest runs out and the moor takes over, I left my bike here and jumped the gate.There is a wall on our right and we go over a small hill and then the circles come into view with Sittaford Tor behind and to the right.
To my greater annoyance for the first time I had missed the actual moment the sun rose, but only by ten minutes, seeing as it was a beautiful morning (cold and windy though) and I had the stones all to myself I decided to let myself off.
So to work ...ahem play.. whatever, I ran round trying to capture the moment on camera, such a photogenic site a hundred photos still wouldn't do it justice, if it was on lands end there would always be someone here but the long trek puts most of them off which is the way I like it. Sittaford tor isn't visible from the stones so can't really be the focus for the circles, but the eastern horizon is very wide and clear with uninterupted views and on the equinox the sun rises directly between the two circles. Standing between the rings as the sun rises in front of us try to imagine a line from each circle to the sun and tell me that it's not a phallic representation, it all seems very deliberate. Sunset is blocked by the lower slope of the tor, but there are views north and south so perhaps a meeting place of two families in nieghbouring valleys,either way it's a special place, King George V thought so the circles were re-erected on his behest, good onyer mate. The cold was beginning to hurt so I packed up and retreived my bike, what had taken 20 minutes to on the way up took just 2 mins to get back(great fun) to Fernworthy or Froggymead which ever you prefer.
Whilst at this circle I contemplated climbing a tree to get a from above picture but I'm no monkey boy so made do with standing on the rootball of a fallen tree, I was still 15ft up so it 's a good'n.
I've been here a few times and had other places to find so a quick fifteen minute visit and I was back at the car. Though I still found time to admire the many ponies that live round here .
Next on my short list was Cleave burial chamber,which is only a short ten minute drive away. As I neared the field where the chamber is situated I came across three young blokes with big shotguns and against everything T.V has taught me I asked if it was there field and could I park anywhere near to see the stones, they looked strangely at me but said the field belongs to a farm further down hill, I drove back and turned right at the crossroads and stopped at the second house on the left, the woman of the house was gardening so I asked away, she said it was fine. So I made my way back and parked so close to the hedge that I had to climb over the passenger seat,ran up the road and into the field which was mercifully empty of bovine hinderances though they were in the next field.
What a little tiddler it is, perfectly formed though, no room to get under the capstone except as part of an assault course maybe, I marvelled at the surrounding countryside and softly caressed the stones...erm no I didn't, time to go, the car may be getting in the way, it didnt though.
Iv'e not been to any hillforts on Dartmoor so this one will be a bit of a first. Not far north-east of Cleave and on the way home Prestonbury castle hillfort seemed perfect .
As we drive through Drewsteignton it can be seen on its hill and I contemplated which way to climb the hill, the easy slope asking permission from a farm in the village of preston or the anonymous adventurous steep way up like a dunce I chose the latter.
The Anglers rest public house is right next to the river Teign with Fingals bridge crossing it this is where i chose to make my assault of yonder hill.
I parked up the lane so as to hide my wicked ascent and looked for a good place to jump the small river which runs into the teign then it was a shortish stagger up the steep hill, at the top I could see the earthork and made my way up to the top and flopped down on the bank, panting hard lying there i decided to ask permission more frequently.
The fort has three good banks and ditches closing off the cliff edge, the lowest rampart is only evident on the easiest slope, all three have well defined entrances slightly staggered, the top ditch has an out of place looking big stone lying in the middle of it.
360 degree views make it a superb position for a fort,to the south and east the teign river valley stretches below us and the moors dissapear into the distance whilst to the north and west rural Devon takes over .
Getting down is always much easier and invariably more fun, I crossed the river without getting wet impressing myself in the process and returned to the car ,Operation Devon storm was a success even though I'd missed the sunrise I had managed to see all places on my short list.
The only questions now were will I get home in time to pick the kids up from school and where shall I go for the solstice ?
I have heard that the stone row on Down tor aligns with the sunrise we will wait and see.
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After visiting over a thousand ancient places and driving between fifteen to twenty thousand miles every year I can only conclude that I'm obsessed with these places, and finding this website seven years ago only compounded that obsession, at least I'm not alone anymore.
My favourite places are:
Ring of Brodgar
Callanish
Balnauran of Clava
Torhouskie
Swinside
Nine stones close
Bryn Celli Ddu
The Druids circle (penmaenmawr)
HafodyGors Wen
Gwal y Filiast
Grey Wethers
Boscawen Un
La Roche au Fees
Drombeg
Uragh
Talati De Dalt
and these are only the ones that immediatly spring to mind, so many stones and not enough lifetimes.
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