22 Wednesday Mar 2017
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Standing Stone Circles: our connection to ancestors over 4000 years ago at Machrie Moor, Isle of Arran, Scotland
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I’m mesmerized—thinking of people with only rudimentary tools somehow getting these non-local stones onto an island, and setting them up in precise alignment with the solstice over an area that covers a couple of miles. Each stone is as deeply buried as it is tall, and there is evidence that there were hundreds of them. It’s hard to believe that they were so important to the ones who set them there, that they survived thousands of years of history, but that we have no idea what they mean.
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If you read about the Cornish saints, you’ll find that one of them floated over from Ireland on a millstone, so getting them to an island shouldn’t have been that hard. But setting them upright and keeping them that way? That’s impressive.
We were in Orkney a few years ago and were bowled over by the stones there.
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Local legend says that the giant Fingal set them up to tether his dog Bran while he ate lunch…
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Well, yes. Of course. I hope he saved some for Brian.
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I’ve visited those stones twice. The weather has always been grey and damp and cold and I’d love to see them in sunshine. They are stunning, though, whatever the weather.
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I hope the weather is on best behaviour for your next trip. (The photo doesn’t show the places where our wellies were ankle-deep in mud. )
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Fingers crossed! Are you still coming down to Castle Douglas on Friday? Any idea what time?
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Lovely post Barb. The quote is great. Hugs.
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Sadly, we’re so used to photo enhancements and CGIs it’s too easy not to appreciate sights like this. Thanks for making me take a longer look at this one.
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Whenever I visit this site, there is an overwhelming feeling that it’s been important to people for thousands of years. It puts a lot of things in perspective!
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