An inevitably wet UK bank holiday curtailed an expedition to take a look at the Maes Knoll hill and then the stone circles at Stanton Drew in Somerset earlier this week. My fellow traveller and I only got to look at two out of the three circles, and missed the ‘Cove’ and the ‘Quoit’ entirely. But hey, we’d already got soaked going up to the Knoll and we had to make a dash for the church porch to shelter from a further torrential downpour. We hadn’t anticipated the need for total waterproofing. Smartphone predictions let us down. Another such expedition is called for, as and when.
So this is no neo-antiquarian well-informed write-up of serious research, nosirree. This is a bit more personal. I’m trying to figure out what it is that attracts me to these sites, these relics, these objects… Am I doing it because that’s what people do? People of certain types that is, whether Glasto-revering hippies old and young or strictly academic archaeological authorities or those who straddle the divide or just plain sightseers… I can identify to some extent with any of them. Am I romancing? Am I looking for clues in the ever-elusive quest to figure out why us human beings do the things we do? Is it some kind of compulsion to which I’ve succumbed over the years?
I guess it started for me with Stonehenge. I still have, somewhere amongst my random archives, a 60s guide book or leaflet. School trip or family outing, I don’t remember but - as in those days you could - I walked among those megaliths and felt something that stayed with me. Awe? Excitement? A sense of the mystery of pre-history – those stories that we can only speculate upon, based on fragmentary clues with multiple possible interpretations? Some kind of link, in the presence of these objects, with ancestors who placed them in such locations? A sense of the sheer sweat and blood involved, and the conceptual sophistication of their construction? Not only that but the realisation that these things were built to last. Planned obsolescence, the curse of modern times, was not part of their makers’ thinking (an observation I must accredit to my partner, by the way).
So there were values in operation here. Were they values that I might share? Who knows? There are only these elusive clues. Do they have anything in common with that which has been built within times of historical record in the way of locations for divine contemplation – cathedrals, monasteries, temples and the like? It seems hard to deny this possibility. Yet archaeologists joke amongst themselves that ‘ritual significance’ is a catch-all term for ‘we’re not quite sure’.
In my youth, enthralled by psychedelia, I was prepared to buy into the then current speculations about leys (or ‘ley-lines’ as I now gather we mistakenly called them) as energy channels, the earth’s meridians. I can remember a visit to Avebury, some time in the 70s, and touching the stones there, ready to believe that something vaguely mystical would seep into my consciousness and bring me to enlightenment. Didn’t work, I’m sorry to say. Enlightenment requires a bit more effort than stone stroking.
With age, I read more, spoke with enthusiasts for whom a somewhat nuanced view became the norm. And still I sought the stones. The Rollrights, the burial chambers and megaliths and smaller circles that abound in Carmarthenshire and Pembrokeshire, and – not so long ago – my first visit to Long Meg and her Daughters up near Penrith. The folkloric tales that abound around these sites are always fun – people turned to stone for various misdemeanours or whatever, the devil hurling boulders from nearby hills. They wind their way into my imagination and I daydream of these stones coming to life and animation when no one save the dreamer is looking. I’m not sure Mike Parker Pearson would approve, but even he must have his more whimsical moments.
Up at the Long Meg site I tried to channel whatever it was that brought me there. I wrote a poem that touched on some of the questions I’ve listed here. It raised the concept that even the most solid of rock, when looked at in the longest of terms where tectonic plates cause continents to shift and reshape, is mutable. As it will be too in about six billion years, when the sun becomes a ‘subgiant’, doubling in size. In another couple of billion, it is estimated, our planet will melt into it. In this light, there’s a poetic resonance I find to those tales of transformation.
No answers then, just fascination. And the stones themselves – the sheer beauty in their shapes and surfaces. At Stanton Drew, according to the useful write up on the stone-circles.org.uk website, the stones are a mix of limestone, sandstone and breccia – a sort of conglomerate. They are intricately weathered, often pock-marked by erosion, and then – like any rock surface – coloured and patterned by lichens, mosses and other small growing things that lodge in cracks or on ledges. My eye-to-brain channels are in love with the endless abstractions thus created. Nature has been doing Jackson Pollock just about since the world began.
And a final thought. If ever there was room for wilful misunderstandings, surely these are the places. Archaeology constantly refines its comprehension with new equipment, new ideas and interpretations – but mostly, I think, acknowledges that there will never be enough information to give a definitive interpretation. There will always be room for wedding guests or knight-errants turned to stone and for Satan lobbing his lumps of rock.
So maybe I’ve answered my question. But as readers of this blog may have gathered by now, my place is permanently set amongst the bewildered, so I can never quite be sure…
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