22nd February - After two failed attempts to find Tyrebagger (Dyce Recumbent Stone Circle - abbreviated to RSC from hereon in), I left for Wark Farm. As I approached the nearest village - Alford - I saw signs for Keig and I immediately knew I had to visit the "Grand Momma" Old Keig RSC (as Julian Cope would put it :- JC you're the best stone namer, nay, stoner, in existence). As I crossed the River Don, I made a muffled cry of delight - I had entered the sacred landscape.
The silhouette of the 55 ton recumbent - the Grand Momma - poked against the sky from a terrace high up past the village - my first glance of a RSC! I was living the dream. As I approached, it became obvious why they chose this site. This is a spot that commands incredible views and moreover one that feels centered in the landscape; commanding; as if placing the finishing touches to nature's work, building the circle turns the wild landscape into home - or heaven.
The circle felt small in comparison to the view. This is all about the landscape. The recumbent is the altar for worshiping nature.
24th February - I'm back at Old Keig having walked the 4 miles from Alford through magical oak forests, tumbling Glens and fields strewn with granite boulders; some no doubt spoils from ruined monuments. In JC style I am indulging in the company of this bus-like recumbent - 12 ft long, 4 ft wide, at least 10 ft deep. Sunbathing, sandwiches and healing energy for my bad knee, which gave me much pain on the way here. I'm hoping this cold block of gneiss will sooth the pain. Whatever, it was worth the effort. I am gloriously alone here. I look like a Black Druid. Huge black coat, hippy bobble hat, biker jeans. The stone is incredibly flat to lie on even after 4,000 years. It makes for a superb if cold sunlounger.
I turn around, facing the open circle with my back to the view. The upright stones seem to lean in; crowd; the inner circle. There were holy, or maybe unholy acts performed here. Either would have pre-dated such Christian definitions. These stones are formidable, stoic, powerful.
I have picked up a stone shaped like Keig herself; wedged along the bottom to allow chock stones to be placed around the base while the huge stone's upper surface was levelled to a perfect horizontal.
I briefly considered filming myself. However, stones do not make for good supporting crew and only serve to emphasise one's stupidity. I decided not to work with them.
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.