Dyer describes this long cairn as being ‘badly damaged’......... but don’t let that put you off for I believe this to be an essential visit. Despite the obvious robbing of the chamber areas, this remains a very substantial monument, the environs full of atmosphere, the state of preservation no doubt assisted by the relative isolation of the site – but yes, I agree that the dry stone structure within the eastern end of the cairn is modern. More’s the pity, but you can’t have everything, can you?
I approached from the cattle grid on the minor road to the east(ish) at approx SH69350680, a great road, as it happens, with a stunning panorama of the Howgills as you put on your boots. For put on your boots you must if you want to avoid soggy feet. From here a prominent fence line follows the course of Rayseat Sike (stream) towards the monument. There’s a path of sorts to the left of the fence, but I’d recommend sticking to the right to avoid having to climb the barbed-wire later on. Although very boggy, with heather underfoot to twist those ankles if you don’t concentrate, persevere because in about half a mile or so (I think) the long cairn is unmissable above to your right.
As mentioned, the vibe here is incredible, the landscape wild and uncompromising, a harrier (or similar bird of prey) hovering just above my head before obviously deciding a Gladman wasn’t worth the effort. Probably too stringy or something. The Howgills skyline is the finishing touch.
Sad to report, however, the decomposing head of a ram caught in the aforementioned fence. Sure this wasn’t some sort of offering, judging by the entanglement of the horns. I once had to free such a creature from a similar fate at Kilmartin with the hacksaw from my car tool-kit... but not today. Such is life... and death at Rayseat.