Yesterday late afternoon and evening had been the beginning of our pilgrimage and what a couple of wonderful experiences they had been too. Today was Friday, the Summer Solstice day itself and it had the promise of being amazing. We set off early in the morning as there were many miles to our next destination.
About two and a half hours into our journey I remarked that the Hurlers (a set of three sacred circles) was not far off our route and maybe we should take a detour and pay them a visit. A couple of years ago Gwas and I had journeyed to see these sites but had been hampered by the famous mist of the moors. Perhaps fortune would favour us this time. So we took the detour and some time later found ourselves on the moor and sans mist. Slightly disappointed but still eager to explore we made our way from the car park across the couple of hundred metres to the first of the circles. The mist wasn’t as heavy as last time and we got some amazing photos.
Finding the third circle
The last time we had visited we had only been able to find two of the three circles. With an improvement in the weather conditions we were determined to find the third. Alas we could not, until we resorted to the rods and managed to find the missing circle. The reason for our failure became clear once we mapped out (with the rods) the circles stones. Most of them were semi buried in the ground, having been toppled a long age ago.
It seemed there was no work to be done here or so the rods informed us and this was to be a picture only moment. One thing we did learn though was that the smallest and almost invisible circle was by far the most energetically powerful.
Kal Malik – not getting lost on the moors
