High above the small village of Leslie, reached by a winding track and requiring navigation of the grazing field system, is Loanend RSC. All that remains, is all that needs to remain. A mind-bending, omnipotent stone lens.
The large flattened hilltop location; the position of this circle stone and the magnitude of the recumbent indicate this was a large and significant circle (as they all were).
Every disc I see is more outrageous than the last. The hull on this one is intimidating.
What are these things? Imagine a wall. Look at the stone. It is not a wall. It is not a stone. But the wall analogy is worth exploring. A wall is a built barrier. It can be constructed by man but rarely by nature. The disc is not a barrier. It is a portal into Another World. I'll stop saying this soon - as soon as the next revelation hits me.
By considering the inadequacy - or lunacy - of 'wall' as a descriptor for a ten foot disc of 4,000 year old stone, the inadequacy of language (in this context) becomes apparent. Perhaps there were ancient words for this: Non-shaddy; Arqu-oulow; Kirk-rashad, O-seekow, Dim-shoom.
It is obvious to me why this 40 ton monster of the sea was dug up, bound, dragged, hammered, smoothed, prepared and finally consecrated here. Because the people - or someone - knew that this wall - this lens - could send its tentacles into the Other World. This symbol; this abomination; this distortion of everything normal and sensible and wall-like, opens the jaws of meaning wherein - through the spinning blackness, truth is found. Deep in the beyond the pines that surround this monster know. Their roots know.
Extraordinary heavy metal circle near Aberdeen Dyce airport. One of the finest, most complete monuments of its kind. The growing urbanisation surrounding it cannot hold this druidic temple back.