You journey out onto the Heathlands, and find yourself in a windswept area of sparsely covered scrub-waste, and low hills. Scattered around are the remains of ancient standing stones, and half-fallen dolmen arches… also in scattered groups are Barrow-mounds, the tomb hills of long vanished
ancients.
The brooding, silent power of this place fills you with a sense of wonder and melancholy all at once.
You finally come to rest at the foot of a great mound, which has a dark tunnel-opening at its base. The passageway seems to lead into the darkness within the hill. In the distance, you hear the throaty call of a raven.