The placing of stones
Inspired by Castlerigg stone circle
This is the spot you say as clouds gather over the Thirlmere valley. You crouch on the ground and touch the grass with your hand to be sure.
We hold our breath and wait, my heartbeat vibrates against my chest. You nod and gesture for the work to begin.
Then comes the sound of rock banging and rattling against wood. The men’s backs are bent double under the weight, brows are sweat stained and hands burn on groaning ropes straining against pulleys.
We watch as every stone is slowly dragged and levered upright. Birds are startled from the trees and autumn leaves scatter in the breeze.
Finally the circle is completed, we bow our heads in silence, holding this place in our joined hands.
The light of day is receding and the amber fells disappear in the mist.












