We could hardly visit the pub and the church without paying our respects to the stone circles of Stanton Drew. The village itself is pretty enough to spend a day wandering around with a camera, with many listed buildings that chronicle its history, from the little toll house to the bridge.
There are some rather suspect stones making up walls and gateposts too… stones that look as if they might solve the mystery of the empty spaces in the circles… but you don’t even remember the village when you walk into the presence of the stones.
They do not look as if they belong to this reality. Especially when the clouds race dark and the light is constantly shifting, turning the land itself into a watercolour one minute, then into a tapestry of colours too intense for this world.
I have written of the circles before and told something of…
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