I’m writing this inside the main roundhouse in Grimspound on Dartmoor. I haven’t been here since Cerri and I initiated a couple of Grove members into the Druid grade, which was at least 5 years ago!
This place is so magical. As I sit here I can hear no sound of human activity. It’s a silence rarely experienced in this modern age, but one that the builders of this place would have known well. I think of all of the sites on this beautiful isle that I’ve visited this one I inspires me the more than most. I guess that’s why I wrote the song. And here I am sitting I the same spot 7 years on and it brings that same feeling once more. It really will be here for all to see, through the circles of time.