this is exceedingly well made!! your very underrated, this information is very interesting. I'm quite grateful to my friends for introducing me to you after they saw you at the light switch on!!!
Touch my bones, where you find them among the bracken and the gorse. Know I was real. Say my name and hear it echo from the broken walls of stone. So long has it been since it was said. Dance and wrangle among the stumps and the litter and learn my secrets, that never were secret before. Feel the mist that holds my ghost, it was once the morning dew and I washed my face in it. Walk gently and carefully for time has made me a danger and my garden gone to weed and borrow. Remember me once more, before my bones vanish and I become a ghost on the wind, the cold wind of beyond yesterday. There are stories here that now must be guessed at, but it doesn't matter, they were just the little stories peoples lives are made of. There were people here, life here, pain and laughter and pride and shame now only the loneliness of abandonment and the return to the Mother of my bones and my stones and my dreams, lost.
Thank you Steve for another interesting video.
Stunning video. I enjoyed watching it very much friend.
What a mysterious place. No doubt the wee folk have a presence here.
I'm glad someone told me about this channel... These videos are great!
Glad you like them!
Fantastic what a shame its gone to ruin 😕
BRILLIANT STEVE 👏
Brilliant video and brilliant find, thanks for sharing
Glad you enjoyed it
this is exceedingly well made!! your very underrated, this information is very interesting. I'm quite grateful to my friends for introducing me to you after they saw you at the light switch on!!!
Glad you enjoyed it!
Fascinating stuff
It's a shame it's been left the decay and that the history has been lost :(
Touch my bones, where you find them among the bracken and the gorse.
Know I was real.
Say my name and hear it echo from the broken walls of stone.
So long has it been since it was said.
Dance and wrangle among the stumps and the litter and learn my secrets,
that never were secret before.
Feel the mist that holds my ghost, it was once the morning dew
and I washed my face in it.
Walk gently and carefully for time has made me a danger
and my garden gone to weed and borrow.
Remember me once more, before my bones vanish and I become a ghost on the wind,
the cold wind of beyond yesterday.
There are stories here that now must be guessed at,
but it doesn't matter, they were just the little stories peoples lives are made of.
There were people here, life here, pain and laughter and pride and shame
now only the loneliness of abandonment and the return to the Mother
of my bones and my stones and my dreams, lost.
it's so lost it's not on any maps I can find!! could you give a map reference or What three Word location please? love to explore lost places.
In the woods around 50°25'28.6"N 4°05'02.8"W?