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traverse1's avatar

One day In the 1950s,,when I was young and fit , I was scree running in Cumbria. Looing for the safesr way down a slope , I deciided to cross horizontally before going down hill. I ren until I reached a small flat area. Looking down I discovere I was standing on handworked stone flakes, ,a work site. To me it was magical, I wonderd hw old the site was and have never forgotten the sense of wonder.

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Matt Malone's avatar

Wonderful article and Substack collection. Thank you.

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