Following the sacred Ure up through Wensleydale, I have a yearning to visit a henge.
I arrive at Thornton Rust and walk out into the empty upland pastures, everywhere is sodden.
Across the valley, Carperby Moor. Flint tools have been found here, the most northerly evidence of Palaeolithic hunter gathers in our islands. Beneath the great Yoredale scar is Ox Close with its ring cairns and stone circle.
Gill Beck, the beck is full, the stepping stones are nowhere to be seen. I walk across the swollen beck, my cheap boots offer no resistance to the icy water.
The Henge sits on a low ridge, the peak of Addlebrough, with its cup and ring marked cairn, is visible to the west.
To the east, Height of Hazely and the prehistoric settlement of Burton Moor.
Cold and wet I happily retrace my steps back to the village and then home.
A small momento collected from a molehill at the entrance to the henge.
The Smell of Water 