A Life in the Day of the Stones
An article by Emma H
I had expected that a cold, albeit sunny, autumn day would result in few visitors to the Rollrights, but this proved as incorrect an assumption as any I have made. Cold, certainly, but quiet, no. Nearly two hundred people visited the stones on the day at the beginning of October when I acted as custodian. Most arrived in groups of two or three and I was surprised by the number of people who proved to be regular visitors.
That there is an abiding love of the Stones was evident from the start - one couple had brought their young son down from Birmingham, and many people were sharing a special place from their childhood with family and close friends. Visitors imbibe the spirit of the place in their own way; for some it was an interesting detour to a country ramble, many more arrived by car and contented themselves with a slow walk around the stones whilst others overcame the scepticism of their partners to experiment with the dowsing rods on offer.
One visitor appeared with two teenage lads and used the energy of the place in a healing ritual, whilst a group of Americans on a Sacred Sites tour walked around each of the three sites and returned to the centre of the circle to perform a spiral dance - to the barely concealed fascination of other visitors. Most ‘new’ visitors wanted to know something about the history and stories behind the site and although many had their own ‘pet’ theories, it was clear that a sense of the unexplained drew a significant number.
At the end of the day, I walked around the stones to gather any litter that might have been dropped and was delighted - though not entirely surprised - to find just one fragment of silver foil. Even the couple who fed their dog on the earth (tut, tut - Obetoo) at the centre of the circle had left no trace of their presence, and I was struck, as I usually am, by the reverence shown for this very special place.
The Rollrights attract visitors, some might say pilgrims, of all ages, from all places and from all walks of society. It is living circle which shares in, and enhances, the lives of those who stop to open the little gate at the side of the road.