I love an hours drive and am always struck how I feel like I’m entering a different world. I share the same view as you of those ancient people. There is something in it since their Trinity knot of the soul existed before we explained the Holy Trinity. As a Catholic I don’t find anything of evil there at all. I have this theory that the hill was made of the earth dug put to excavate the rocks. Beautiful writing perfectly capturing my feelings about these pagans and about sacred Britain.
I think we can infer that many ancient civilizations were not "pagan" in the exact sense that has commonly been understood... especially in the years B.C.
You convey the mysticism you were experiencing really well. It must have been spine-tingling on that clear and starry twilight-into-darkness and the almost-tangible presence of the spirit world beyond our dimensional comprehension, as it were. Beautiful writing. And they look like two proper old English pubs. Great to see they still exist. I hope the Wadworths ale was up to Prancing Pony standards...
I have heard Neil Oliver also describe certain places where the veil between past and present is very thin, fascinating. Your article expresses so well this feeling where you can almost slip into the ancient past and connect to a completely different world. Thank you for sharing this.
It's a very subtle experience that you have at these kind of places. It's not emotional, it's not seeing visions, nothing dramatic like all that. It's a heightened sense of awareness of our place in the great story.
Lovely piece. England has more thin places than anywhere else. especially Dartmoor!
Never went to Dartmoor. Somerset seemed full of these places. But it may just be the whole island. I hear similar things about the North
I love an hours drive and am always struck how I feel like I’m entering a different world. I share the same view as you of those ancient people. There is something in it since their Trinity knot of the soul existed before we explained the Holy Trinity. As a Catholic I don’t find anything of evil there at all. I have this theory that the hill was made of the earth dug put to excavate the rocks. Beautiful writing perfectly capturing my feelings about these pagans and about sacred Britain.
Thank you.
I think we can infer that many ancient civilizations were not "pagan" in the exact sense that has commonly been understood... especially in the years B.C.
Cracking piece as always, Sir!
Somehow never heard of Silbury Hill before, only strengthens the urge to visit Avebury
You convey the mysticism you were experiencing really well. It must have been spine-tingling on that clear and starry twilight-into-darkness and the almost-tangible presence of the spirit world beyond our dimensional comprehension, as it were. Beautiful writing. And they look like two proper old English pubs. Great to see they still exist. I hope the Wadworths ale was up to Prancing Pony standards...
I always feel like I need to read you articles twice as they are dense with truth.
I have heard Neil Oliver also describe certain places where the veil between past and present is very thin, fascinating. Your article expresses so well this feeling where you can almost slip into the ancient past and connect to a completely different world. Thank you for sharing this.
It's a very subtle experience that you have at these kind of places. It's not emotional, it's not seeing visions, nothing dramatic like all that. It's a heightened sense of awareness of our place in the great story.
Excellent article Very interesting. Thank you
Brilliant - the photographs in this piece are amazing! I love Avebury, my favourite of the many stone circles my family has hiked to.
Stay wonderful!
Only the picture of the Waggon and Horses is my own, but thank you!