Old Rayne

Old Rayne, I'm so glad I meet you at last, Old Rayne. 

Old Rayne, five thousand years have past, Old Rayne (to be continued)

A fallen flanker joins its earth stone, the giant green recumbent

This is a DOOBRIE. Eight gigantic circle stones and a reclining submarine recumbent in full sight of Mither Tap, Dunnideer and Tap O'Noth. Yes, it is a LENS, my third today (if you include Dunnideer RSC where I had lunch), It's F'ing enormous. Tooled to perfection. It even has a "lug" which would have fitted perfectly inside a notch cut out of the flanker. See photos below.

A flat, broad disc shaped recumbent, now sadly fallen but complete and ready to stand again!

The flanker has fallen at 90 degrees to the recumbent, but I couldn't fail to notice the obvious fit between the stones, given the highly worked notch cut into the flanker and the rounded lug tooled out of the recumbent. As both stones were destined to stand together, this system would have locked them together for a good four thousand seven hundred years, until some bright spark got it inside his head to knock them over.

What the recumbent might have looked like when it stood. Much like a wall of stone. The singularity of this obvious man-made structure still deconstructs reality for me. Ah, sweetness.

The hilltops of Mither Tap form the impressive backdrop to this neolithic temple.

The recumbent and its flankers are having a kip - waiting to be woken?

THOUGHTS ON THE MOON ALIGNMENT THEORY OF RECUMBENT STONE CIRCLES

The Architect had visited the people of Old Rayne with a view to them building a recumbent stone circle...

"Soo, as I was saying ta yer mate over there, yae got tae help me oot here. You and yer hardest workers. Got tae handle lifting shite heavier than the cast a fuckin' Eastenders too eh.

I'll personally guarantee ye a miracle for all ye hand shaggin' work. Listen, ye see that moon up there, eh? Aye that thing. In eighteen years time, not a minute fucking moor or less, it will COME DOON from the sky, it will HOVER, and I shit you not, it will SET upon the top of one a them wee stones.

The top of the recumbent! It will be like God himself kicked a fitba' straight intae the net from fiftae yads eh?! You won't regret it. Ye have to remember tae stand back a bit, eh, and not let little Scottie climb all over it at the crucial moment, or those eighteen years might as well have passed having yer arse raped by a pine martin. Got it?
So, well have a deal then eh?"

The response came immediately: "YOO MUST BE OOT OF YER FUCKIN' MIND SON!!!!"

Hence why Aubrey Burl's moon "maximum Southern moon setting" theory doesn't wash with me.