Scorhill Stone Circle
This is probably my favorite shot of my recent trip to England, or well, at least one of them. :) The walk to this place, while seeming wild and remote, is not very far - probably less than a mile to find it. The wonderful thing about Dartmoor is that all you need to do is crest a hill and you feel as if you've left all civilization behind.
This stone circle is newer, built in the Bronze Age. I quite like the fact that people were still making them :)
This stone circle has the distinction that horses and ponies will not enter it nor cross through it. We noticed no such evil presence when we visited. However, I will admit to getting no cell service anywhere in the area *except* the precise center of the circle. My husband and I had quite a giggle about that, because it was absolutely true. I told him it must be the fairies looking out for us. ;)
I read this old early 20th century quote from a novel about stone circles the character standing in Scorhill... and I really couldn't have said it better myself:
'These cryptic stones are my life. I want to get the secret of them or find at least a little of it. What are these lonely rings? Where are we standing now? In a place of worship, where men prayed to the thunder and the sun and stars? Or a council chamber? Or a court of justice that has seen many a doom pronounced, much red blood flow? Or is it a grave? I go on peeping and prying after a spark of truth. I probe here, and in the fallen circle yonder towards Cosdon; I follow the stone rows to Fernworthy; I trudge again and again to the Grey Wethers - that shattered double ring on Sittaford Tor. I eat them up with my eyes and re-people the heath with those who raised them. Some day a gleam of light may come. And if it does, it will reach me through deep study on those stone men of old.'
If you ever wanted to know anything about me, there you have it.