…Those of you who follow the adventures of Don and Wen in our series of books will be aware that one of their remits is to investigate the interface between the inner and the outer worlds.
This is in keeping with the aims of the Silent Eye and as a process is perhaps most accessible through the examination of different states of consciousness and how they in their turn impinge upon the psychology of the beholder.
To date then we have looked at a cross that is not a cross, a number of stones that appear to be bigger from farther away than they do when up close. An island that acts in the same way as the stones and an exceptionally large black monolith that, for the time being at least, appears to have disappeared off the face of the globe, not to mention a commemorative monument which turned out to be a four cornered Hunting Tower!
Most of these strange anomalies occur in or around ancient sacred sites and our missing mound now appeared to be knocking loudly upon the metaphorical door of this ever expanding list.
We could and perhaps should have dowsed for it, but we were rather time constricted and had a raft of Companions ‘champing at the bit’ to get their collective teeth into some serious landscape features.
We also had a number of other options in the immediate vicinity, to wit the churches at Ogbourne St. George and Ogbourne St. Andrew both of which also housed the Michael and Mary ley and the churchyard of the latter which allegedly contained the remnants of a more ancient mound and a reconstituted long barrow.
The obvious thing of course is to ‘ask one of the locals’ and this would to some appear to offer the quickest route to the elusive mound, except that long experience in the wilds of wildest Derbyshire has taught us that locals do not as a rule enjoy being quizzed about such things…
Would Ogbourne St George be any different?
It would not!
Still, we did get to while away a half-hour or so in the company of our ferociously friendly host and he did appear to be sincerely trying to locate our elusive structure, though doubtless to him it would have looked like, and so in fact have been, nothing more than a clump of trees which is hardly worth remarking let alone actively seeking out.
Mercifully, the second of our aforementioned options bore great fruit and when we returned with our Companions we did so just in time to be let into the previously locked church.
It proved to be the first stopping point of an exhilarating day in and around a number of sacred sites in the landscape of Ancient Albion.
Nevertheless, if anyone does know the precise whereabouts of our missing mound, we would be ever so grateful to be informed of it?