There are stones as old as time, which lie scattered across the high ground around Killmartin Glen. They are covered with furrows and grooves, with cups and rings, cut by the hands of our far distant ancestors. Men and women who lived, worshiped and died among these hills and waters, and who marked these rocks as special.
We no longer understand the stories and wisdom carried in these symbols, but they remain, tugging at our minds and hearts, whispering of the long past. To me the swirls and circles make the hard stones look like flowing water, a place between the worlds of earth and water. A place between the past and present, between ghosts and kin, between the living and the dead. I wonder what they make you think of, and what questions they leave in your mind?
Here is a link to the Historic Scotland page about these rocks, for all the fact and history lovers out there!