They Landed in a Field Near You, Too?
I dunno maybe it is a trick of the light, the overwhelming silence or just too much life at a young age, but I get an odd feeling, when I am over at the back of 'The Whangie', the same kind of hair standing on the back of my neck I got at the stones above on Machrie Moor, Arran.
Perhaps I am too sensitive, but I mention in a previous post about reading patterns in the landscape. Over the 'Whangie', I am on Machrie Moor again.
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