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Callanish Calling: ‘Off Road Inn’…

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“All things considered… It’s not such a bad view for a beer garden.”

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“Yet there’s nobody else here!”

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“And those that are here, are inside, rather at the Inn side.”

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“If this were England…”

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“I know. It’s what might be termed an ‘Off Road Inn!”

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“Have you had any more thoughts on the riddle?”

Said Wen, ignoring my somewhat lazy puns and gazing

into the play of sun-light on the sea-water instead.

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“None whatsoever, but I think we may be being

directed away from the interior of the isle.”

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“And also from hotels.”

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“Huh?”

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“They’re pretty much the only thing we’ve seen by the road-side,

and there haven’t been too many of them.”

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And they’re vastly expensive.”

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“What about here?”

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“Already asked. No rooms. Or at least, not for the likes of us!”

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Callanish Calling: Riddle…

France & Vincent

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Back in the relative sanctuary of our Red-Pill-Box,

Wen looked at me hopefully and said,

“You did make a note of the riddle didn’t you?”

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“As it is all that now stands between us and oblivion, my dearest Wendlebury,

I didn’t actually need to. Its form is emblazoned across my inner vision

for all time, or at least until we solve it, if we ever do.”

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“Until you solve it, actually, you’re the Riddle Man!”

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This seemed, to me at least, a tad unfair.

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“Setting riddles is infinitely easier than solving them,

and if I’m going to stand any chance with this one,

I shall need a drink, which reminds me, we haven’t actually seen one

blasted road side inn on the whole of this Island!”

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“Hubble, bubble, not all is trouble,” said Wen, “That’s a very good start.”

“It is?”

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Callanish Calling: Way-Stone…

France & Vincent

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Given that, by all accounts, the Way-Stone

was capable of getting us to the morn,

we wasted no time in putting the question…

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And were met with a road length peal of laughter,

quite light and silvery it was considering it had come from a stone.

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“You didn’t really think it would be that easy did you?” she laughed.

“It was worth a try,” said Wen.

“This is the Isle of Skye,” continued the Way-Stone, “Albion’s noblest warriors

were once trained here.”

“Oh!” said Wen.

“Nothing is given on Skye without a fight!”

“Ah!” said Wen, “Does that include your information for us?”

“A battle of wits,” said the Way-Stone.

“A riddle!”

“Un-riddle me this,” she said, “turn the road-side broad side to pitch-your-ride.”

Then she fell silent and would not say another word.

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“I want to go home.”

“I want to get to Callanish,” said…

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Mysteries…

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“You’ll know it,” he said, “by the stone stairs and the hawk’s head over the lintel.”

I was expecting a carving, or a painting, or possibly even, an offering, not half a cliff-face…

Nevertheless, it had still been a bugger to find.

The light was fading when I tip-tipped down the stone steps and stood before the crudely imposed entrance.

I stepped inside…

A dim glow lit the interior and the odour of old incense, clung…

He stood and turned, a huge bull of a man.

“What took you so long?”

“I got here as quick as I could.”

“Coffee?”

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…And the Wood-Stone started to glow,

White it was…

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And I felt an impetus to take flight,

but only as far as the end of the passage…

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Which is just as well, otherwise, I would have missed the golden glow now emanating from the chamber…

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And all the ‘statuary firing up blue’,

as whatever it was lighting the chamber,

slowly made its way along the passage…

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Passed through me…

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Or around me…

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And then out…

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A short time later, still in the chamber, we found ourselves asking the question to which that had been the answer.

And if you are curious to know, how golden was the chamber?

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It was Liquid-Sun.

 

Inner Sanctum…

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Further vindication of our unscheduled return was granted upon re-entering the chamber.

The free standing stone and the facing stone, which were separated by space and shadow, were both now holding the light.

The light that some say would not have been original to the monument.

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From behind, the standing stone still looks like wood…

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…Dark Wood.

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Still a little perplexed by the experience the previous day at the ‘Chant-Eater’ we ran through the nine-fold chant and this time got some good effects.

The middle three seemed to resonate most favourably which, being the heart triad, would make a lot of sense here.

After which we re-made our dedication…

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Our timing was beginning to appear propitious…

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But then we noticed that the ground was turning red…

The Hill in a Dark Grove, reprieve…

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We had known for some time, courtesy of Rupert Soskin, that the resident stone of the inner chamber at Bryn Celli Ddu is part of a petrified tree trunk.

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And once we had our eye in it became apparent that other ‘chunks’ of petrified wood had been used in the construction of this chambered tomb.

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At least two, and almost certainly more, of the ‘entrance’ or indeed ‘exit’ stones and the lintel of the passage itself readily conformed to the strange specification.

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This was very exciting, for while we may have been able to extrapolate a workable symbolism behind the use of such material for the stone of the inner chamber, this symbolism was, perhaps, not so readily applicable to the surrounds of the passage-way…

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And was also, possibly, an indication of a more utilitarian function for these stones.

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The mind… began… to boggle.

Verily, Verily…

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The thing is…

It is impossible to ‘do’ such sites in one visit.

In fact, it is not possible to ‘do’ such sites at all.

If anything, they ‘do’ you, if you allow them.

As we were about to learn…

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The stone I was interested to get a closer look at is a, one would hope,  carefully positioned, replica.

The original, carved stone, is now in a local museum for safe-keeping.

The orientation of the tomb is, according to the authorities, towards the midsummer sunrise, so time-wise, at least, we were half a year away.

But I think it is clear that something is going on here with sun and stone, especially as it becomes obvious that a second outlier in an adjacent field also lines up with the stone and ‘passage-way’…

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All things which would have been missed had we not returned when we did, but the best was yet to come…

Never Look Back…

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The first thing to remark, apart from the increased Avian Activity Quotient…

Was, the difference an hour makes.

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Was it simply the movement of the sun?

The progress of the day…

Or had the site responded to our earlier visit?

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Given our theories on the sensitivity of these sites…

It could well be either, or both.

One thing was certain…

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We were seeing more…

And were about to see a lot more.

The Road Home…

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Wen and I are back on the road which leads past Bryn Celli Ddu…

We had to double-back to the hotel because someone called down ‘Cloud City’ before we left.

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“Don’t you mean, someone forget their wash-bag?”

“Anyway, it was good to finally get to the Hill in a Dark Grove.”

“Pretty literal with their names aren’t they?”

“There is one thing that puzzles me, though…”

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“…There were no trees.”

“Nor is a mound a hill, exactly.”

And I didn’t get any shots of the stone at the back of the mound.”

“We’ll miss the museum completely if we go back.”

“We won’t be long and we’ll still make it to Beaumaris in time.”

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