My second walk began by walking along the green lane in my previous post. But I took a left turn into Rhos, in search of some Standing Stones that I had seen marked on the map. The purpose of standing stones is still a hotly debated topic. Perhaps they served as markers on a pathway, perhaps they denoted energy points in the land. Or perhaps they were even the pillars that supported a wooden structure, that has long since rotted away. I am not going to try and debate this here, but simply to note what I can about them, in an effort to contribute a piece or two to the huge puzzle that has been pondered for years.
An unlikely approach to the stones, through a local playing park. But it was shown on the map, so I wandered along the path, soon finding a sign for a footpath through the field behind the recreation ground.
Two beautiful silver birches in the hedgerow. The field that contained one of the stones on the map, was right ahead, and as is often the case, it was not fenced off as standing stones are supposed to be open to public access. However there was quite a lot of grass to wade though, as the path was a long distance from the stones, which apparently lay along the other edge of the field.
I peered over the grass, hoping to catch a glimpse of the stones protruding upwards, but could see nothing. Checking the map again, I could see they lay close to the trees that were now in the distance.
So off I ploughed through the long grass, trying to keep to flattened areas, as I was loathe to disturb any of the abundant wildlife that buzzed and fluttered around me. There were simply hundreds of Ringlet Butterflies, who seemed quite bold, flying around me.
An abundance of various spiders, who I didn’t stop to photograph, but soon I was nearing the other side of the field, and still no sign of the stones.
Finally I came to the edge and found the spot on the map where the first stone was supposed to be. It was a lot smaller than I had expected, and down in a dip from where the field itself is. However I have heard this does often happen, over the many years of soil build up, especially in this type of situation, stones can become buried several feet down, and also, from the look of this particular stone, quite a considerable amount of erosion has occurred too.
Panning out a little, it can be seen how much further down the path is, and how high this ancient hedgerow has grown. It is also worth noting that the orange colour on the stone is also on the nearby tree, but not on the other trees in the line, nor in fact on any of the other trees surrounding the field. I’m not sure of the name of this type of lichen, but I was told it is caused by iron. Wales has a lot of Iron in the soil, sometimes more close to the surface, but this is obviously an isolated point of heavy iron deposit, just in the area of the stone.
The barbed wire was very frustrating. There was no way I could get any closer to the stone itself, it was contained in a tunnel of barbed wire, fenced off from both sides. I walked further up the field to see if perhaps there was a stile or some way of crossing the fence, but unfortunately not. So I decided to try and get around the other side, into the field behind which contained the second stone.
This proved to be more difficult that I thought, but I found a vandalised part of the fence, and noted it for a future expedition. However the second stone on the map, was in the field, not along the fence, this would be much easier to find later in the year, or early in the Spring before the grasses had grown so high. And with the onset of a huge rumble of thunder, I decided against further vandalisation to the farmer’s boundaries.
I did find it interesting though, that both the sheep and the local children seem to be trying to keep the stones accessible by breaching the fences, even though neither parties are likely to know the stones are there at all. Perhaps there is a natural energy path that draws us all along certain routes?
Sitting back on one of the benches in the recreation ground, I pondered this for a while, as I admired the huge oaks that lined the path to the stones. From a historical point of view, and from a simple geographic point too, this does seem to be the natural route up onto the mountain. Now it has been fenced off but I’m quite sure in the past it was the main route up to the ancient villages on the mountain.