Mind you, you should see the cooker we've ordered. It's a mothership.
Anyhoo....
Today you get a picture of odd rocks on Holy Island. These rocks; the three in the foreground and the one on the horizon, dot the landscape hereabouts. They don't strike one as especially interesting until someone tells you that they are a completely different rock type to that found locally and must have been transported by man. They have come from the main island of Anglesey, and are not of a type found anywhere on or near Holy Island. Oh, and they have been there since the iron age. But no one knows why, or for what purpose. Make your own spooky music noise at this moment.
Anyway, in common with most men, apparently, I spend ages staring at them and trying to work out why etc. I have no knowledge that might lend any kind of insight. But I can change the washer in a tap, so I must be able to work it out, right? Yeah, right!
And, in a slightly bitter aside, if they could move these effing great rocks before the wheel and so on, how come solicitors still take six weeks longer than they said they would to sort out a house contract?
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I've been there. It's a wonderful, wonderful place. The air is refreshment on its own.
Later on, I went rock climbing near there. Marvellous thing called I Dream Of White Horses. After a lot of climbing you get to a bit where you climb up round a corner and across a smooth bit, and then there's a place to stop for a second. You look down, and realise that rather than a comforting cliff face there is nothing beneath your heels but thin air and small moving white dots, which you then realise are seagulls circling high above the water.
You cling on a bit tighter after that.
about your bitter aside:
I'm sure it has everything to do with hunter-gathers (who, as you know I have nothing but the greatest admiration for) and nothing to do with modern day man and his inabiility to deal with bits of paper efficently
(or maybe your solicitor's a woman, and my theory's shit?)
on the other hand, maybe the legal person in question has a blog, the maintenance of which is more interesting/important than their real job!
i think it has FAR more to do with my solicitor being a woman (oops!) and having several dozen young children and it being easter and holidays and childcare issues and shit like that. we're only clients after all.
that's as maybe, but still doesn't explain how the stones got there, does it!
No. so how do they get there? Hunter Gatherer is all well and good but these things must weigh a tonne each. Photo doesn't show, but I doubt three men could shift them at all, maybe five or so? So how did they get not one, not two, three or four, but dozens and dozens of them from N Anglesey to S Holy Island (Anglesey). And why? Find the motive and there lies the reason...
And CwhatC - is that near Conwy?
funnily enough, I have a thing about stone and wood circles
and, as I like to know everything about subjects that interest me, a rather wonderful book. . . which explains a lot about stone and timber circles and the odd lump of rock like the one in your photo
(oh, stop yawning at the back)
Chapter Five is titled - The Functions of Stone and Timber Circles (and by "funtions", I don't think they mean "events held by")
I could go on at length, shall I?
No? ok then!
I'll cut to the chase, then? this sentence says it all really: "The practice of these rituals would have been essential in preserving the status quo, maintaining society's ordering and ensuring the continuity of life systems. It is those actual rituals which, after three millenia, largely escape us. Nevertheless, some hints remain."
bit like blogging then, only slightly harder work
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