Rooted in the Land – Quiet Stones

avebury se 2015 (4)There is something about the south-western quadrant of Avebury’s great circle of stones that feels different. It has a secluded feel, as if it is set apart from the rest. Perhaps it is the relative position of the roads and the lack of intrusion by the village that has grown up within the stones… perhaps the high, sheltering embankment that seems to shield it from the outside world. Whatever the cause… and we have the odd theory beginning to formulate, this little section feels quite different. Calmer… more withdrawn from the continual footsteps of its visitors.

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I had, for some reason, never fully walked the length of this segment before. There is nothing else to see within the field except the henge and circle; no enigmatic features lie within the curve, so the stones themselves have all your attention. Not that it would be anywhere else with such forms and faces looking back at you and the distant glimpse of Silbury through the trees.

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The line of stones is incomplete. Missing monoliths, felled and used as building material elsewhere in the village, are marked with concrete posts. Yet there is an odd feeling of completeness. The steep bank of the henge merely suggests its former height and depth, both found to be far greater when excavated than what remains. It must have been an awe inspiring sight, four and a half thousand years ago, when from ditch to summit the bank stood some 55 feet high. It is thought the henge may have been used by those who came to watch the rites within the circle, much as we are seated at a stadium today. If so, then looking at the stones we wonder if the outer faces and inner were placed deliberately so that the priesthood saw the inner spirit of the stones and the uninitiated masses the outer.

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For all the stones have a character of their own. Some seem to be great heads, other forms frozen in dance and movement. Some have many faces… others but one, as clear as if deliberately sculpted. It is undoubtedly a talent of the human mind to find faces and forms in random shapes and patterns, but if we can see them today, divorced as we are from the life of the earth, how much more evident and meaningful must they have been to those for whom the land was alive and sacred? What we can see, they could have used in making their sacred places.

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There is a darker tale associated with one of the stones, however. Centuries ago many of the stones were thrown down. Some were buried, others broken. During the excavations in the 1930s by Alexander Keiller, the skeleton of a man was discovered. Not one of the circle builders… he was found with the scissors and probe of a barber-surgeon and coins that dated him to the 14thC. It was long assumed that the stone had fallen on him when it had been toppled. Later forensic investigation, however, suggests he may have been dead before being placed beneath the stone. He was not to rest in peace; the bones were taken to London and were thought to have perished in the bombings of the Blitz. It wasn’t until 1998 that the skeleton was once more found in the Natural History Museum.
We had lingered as long as we could, but we still had a long way to go. By this time it was well into the afternoon and the weekend workshop required our presence the following afternoon. Even on the motorways it would be the best part of a five hour drive. Were we likely to use the motorways? Not on your Nelly! So off we went to the Henge Shop to get the bits we needed for the April workshop, then we headed back to the car.

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Except, we got sidetracked, just a little and went to have a look at the chapel that backs onto the southeastern quadrant. Built largely of the sarsen stones, we expected a lovely, peaceful place. What we found was locked and a glimpse through the windows was disappointingly functional. The birds seemed to like it though… and we got some final shots of the entrance and the strange ‘z’ feature from the little garden behind the chapel.

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We couldn’t afford to linger much more, though, and finally made it back to the road that cuts through the circle. We were, finally, heading north. We needed to get on and find a hotel for the night somewhere. Except… “Oooh, what’s that….?” And suddenly, we were heading east again…

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com
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51 Responses to Rooted in the Land – Quiet Stones

  1. Fantastic photos! Such cool locations – I am jealous!

    And while I’m here I’ll mention that I have nominated you for a blog award:
    https://ramblingsfromthedarkness.wordpress.com/2015/09/24/creative-blogger-award/

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  2. Reblogged this on Barrow Blogs: and commented:
    Fascinating part about the barber-surgeon – sets the writer’s thoughts racing on.

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  3. Arcane Owl says:

    Wow…beautiful place and love the you’ve described 🙂

    Have a great day!
    Arcane owl

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  4. olganm says:

    Another place to add to my list. 🙂

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  5. You travel in a world of beauty, Sue. 💕

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  6. jenanita01 says:

    Yes, Avebury is a strange place, and it is high time I revisited. I can’t imagine actually living in the midst of it. You must feel quite different…

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  7. reocochran says:

    This place is fascinating and thanks for sharing the story about the man who was found buried under the large stone. His remains in a ehole other location. I wonder if his ghost wanders around looking for his final resting place, Sue?
    I would like to see this place someday. . .

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  8. Helen Jones says:

    A lovely post, Sue. Interestingly, this is the quadrant in which I felt the buzzing and heard the humming…

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  9. Mary Smith says:

    “oooh, what’s that?” I do love a cliff hanger – what was it? Will you tell us next time?

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  10. I have my ‘Blogs I follow’ set to a weekly update Sue, so I only get one post from a follower. I thought that I’d better get my finger out and drop over for a look. I’ve always been fascinated by standing stones and stone circles. So many ancient artifacts and stone circles have been recycled over time. Great post.
    Cheers
    Laurie.

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  11. Love all these posts x

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  12. macjam47 says:

    To see the modern buildings (and was that a city in the background) against this scene of ancient and magnificent sculptures is mind-blowing. Beautiful post.

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  13. “…but if we can see them today, divorced as we are from the life of the earth, how much more evident and meaningful must they have been to those for whom the land was alive and sacred?” The stone on the right in the third to last photo is so clearing a person maybe frozen dance, maybe averting the eyes from that which holy or maybe something else. Just gazing the other night at the night sky where the Milky Way was so evident just strikes one with an understanding of our ancestors and how we cannot possibly understand how they perceived the cosmos and the world around them. Thanks.

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  14. Eliza Waters says:

    I do love a good mystery… 😉

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