Sunday morning

The weather is wet and grey, thunderstorms and lightning yesterday evening, but the rain is needed for parched lawns.  A somewhat reflective mood this morning, I had found an old blog about the Bridestones, prehistoric stones high up on the North Yorkshire moor, someone had described them as a 'megalithic mess' time has thrown down the stones in a jumble, though the High Bridestones is seen as a stone circle/ or maybe a 'fourposter' and Low Bridestones which is seen as a stone row.
The day was cold when we visited and the wind blew you at a right angle, none of which you see in these calm photos. A great expanse of dried heather in the foreground, in the far distance, a moor controlled fire, they leave little square patches of burnt heather everywhere.

The Bridestones, both High and Low are a group of stones up on the moors. We took the turning out of Sleights to Grosmont, and drove along an up and down road by the side of one of the deep combes that is so characteristic of the valleys below the moors. Though I expect there is a proper word for these steep sided small valleys - but in Somerset we call them combes. Cottages cling to the side of the valley their gardens terracing down, until eventually you arrive at the small village of Grosmont with its train station. This of course is a steam train which brings the tourists in to wander around, though there is not much to see except a couple of book shops. 

Turning back out of the village we climbed up the lane to the top of the moors, over the cattle grid, and found the stones amongst the heather and bogs, something you have to be careful about.

I'm not sure what to say about the stones, five in a circle (High Bridestones) but only one standing slightly crooked but square angled, as were the other stones on the ground. Reading other peoples impression of the stones up on the moors and they seem disappointed by the jumble of stones, its hard to make out any sense of the stone row of the Low Bridestones, it may even be a stone wall, such as you find in Wales.

I liked the stones they are narrow and not too tall, graceful and chosen for a specific reason, the land would have been different when they were first erected and the sense of space and the grandeur of the scenery must have been awe-inspiring. The barrow which sits at the turning off the main Whitby to Pickering road can be seen from here. It has a height marker on top, and apparently has been excavated again and again but there have been no finds - perhaps it was an early B/A marker cairn.