Another folk-story is told of a nineteenth-century antiquarian who as a boy visited the island and met an old man in whose childhood people went to the stones secretly, especially at Midsummer and on May Day. ‘His parents had said that when they were children people went openly to the circle but the Ministers had forbidden all that – so now they went in secret for it would not do to neglect the stones…
And when the sun rose on Midsummer morning “Something” came to the stones walking down the great avenue heralding by the cuckoo’s call.’
prehistoric hill-fort and barrows
“A past that is now lost
The dreams I never forgot
nor the silent whispers
From the souls of glass
Sunrise over locus mortis
I hope that they will give me
A grave with a view”
words from the album ‘Soulside Journey’ by Darkthrone
Arbow Low is an old friend of mine.
It is a prehistoric ritual site with a neolithic henge, recumbent stone circle and dozens of bronze age tumulii in a beautiful location and fantastic views of the surrounding countryside in all directions.
A space that has spanned the portal of life and death for over 6000 years.
A gateway to and from The Summerlands.
Castle Ring Iron Age hillfort
Cannock Chase, Staffordshire
“Age beyond age on British land,
Aeons and aeons gone,
Was peace and war in western hills
And the White Horse looked on.
For the White Horse knew England
When there was none to know;
He saw the first oar break or bend,
He saw heaven fall and the world end,
O god, how long ago”
G.K Chesterton 1911
design based upon The Uffington White Horse, a huge prehistoric horse cut into the chalk hillside at Uffington in England