An ancient landscape, shrouded in mystery… strewn with stones and the last of the summer heather…scattered with sites of ancient sanctity.
Stone circles… an enigmatic fortress rising from the bracken like a ship to carry mind and imagination back beyond the veiling mists.
Time becomes fluid, marked in shadows cast by standing stones. Stories carved in millstone grit by ancient hands come to life beneath the racing clouds… and all around is beauty.
Join us in September as the seasons turn once more to walk forgotten pathways across the moors to circles lost in the bracken. Learn of the dreams of a mysterious Seer, a lifetime echoed in…
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