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.
Wonderful article and Substack collection. Thank you.
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.