smoking hills 

steps, fissures and still water 

timeless and changing as slowly as the hills 

secret worlds revealed 

random currents form a thing of balanced beauty 

sealrock at ripples edge 

winters hidden layers revealed in summer 

looking homewards 

from the stone itself rose the bridge 

of stone and water, plus a great name, Bassenthwaite lake at Beck Wythop 

the lone watchman looks for the returning ones 

the face of the waiting one within the stone 

clouds fly as time weighs on the still standing 

of cliffs and stones, stories remembered while humankind forget 

the power of the stone 

entrance to castlerigg 

Rolling clouds over castlerigg circle 

echoing the curve of the land 

part of the Cleator Moor circle 

the final horse, the last stone. This was a moment when the photographer in me was overruled. The magical moment of the horses breaking over the ridge was a photo that should have been taken, but the man just stood and bathed in the moment.  

two horses, one stone, one power house 

thundering past, sheer power reflecting the land 

Cumbria and North Yorkshire dales

A long day of driving, a bad back that felt every dip and rise in the road, when you get a moment like this, a herd of horses running for the joy of running across the fell while you stand watching them head towards you while you stand in a stone circle. To feel the beat of their hooves through the earth, the wind as they rush by, the rolling skys and then the silence.