On the way down from Inverness I called in to one of my favorite mystical places in the whole world – the unbeatable Castlerigg. Whilst is was constructed as perhaps a megalithic place for the trading of axe heads, some 3,300 to 900 BC, during the Late Neolithic and Early Bronze Ages, to me it is like a hidden Brigadoon where the sheep stand around smiling waiting for the next bed sheet wearing dancing druids. I love William Wordsworth’s description:
“…a Druidical circle [where] the mountains stand one behind the other, in orderly array as if evoked by and attentive to the assembly of white-vested wizards”.
Sleeping under the stars 