Inschfield

Photocollage from Inschfield. Dunnideer is in the distance.

Lying in low fields with another middle-earth view towards Dunnideer, Inschfield has seen better days. One flanker still keeps the recumbent company. The other must lie crushed in this huge pile of irregular boulders. Is the stone bench in the cottage garden down from the farm an abominable corruption of the dignified ancient stone?

This circle is trashed, as JC would say. The recumbent is cleeved in two; by frost or the hand of man. But, sitting on this Moby Dick titan, the effect is still mystical. The mountains south of here glow blue. A skylark sings, and then a crow. Was JC right when he suggested that these recumbents local to Dunnideer have altar tops of a shape resembling the very hills they face?

Hidden in a fallow field, save for the 9 foot flanker, lie the trashed remains of Inschfield RSC

Superbly tooled flanker. These stones were sculpted by master masons of their age