in search of stone circles

is that it, is it? wondered horsemouth, looking over the hedge at the pile of rocks in the field. the cows munched on incurious. the crows (rooks really - great ugly messy birds) flew back and fore.

the map said standing stones but as he had been warned many were on private land out of sight of the road (of course he should have done a bit more research before setting out).

there’s a ringfort at the top of the hill in the town itself said the retiree who gave him a lift back into town - he remembered the town when it was a village, just the main street.

on the way up he met derek who’d moved back from the forest of dean just in time for the recession, now his construction business was back on track (but stuff was still selling for roughly half of what it was before).

horsemouth was wandering about asking directions. even being equipped with a map didn’t necessarily guarantee being able to discover what road one is on. oops a mob of rooks has just arrived in the garden (there seems to be some running off of the jackdaws going on).

horsemouth is enjoying the vegetarian by han kang - a woman has terrible blood-curdling dreams and decides to stop eating meat, the family do not understand, she slips into mental illness, her brother in law becomes obsessed that she has a birthmark (a mongolian spot) and paints her and himself with flowers (very jean genet).

today is sunny - so perhaps back out to the beach at fountainstown - there are some standing stones near there too - horsemouth should have brought a camera so he could document them for you.