Balgorkar Once when I was out photographing the moonlit stones at Balgorkar, I happened to see something as I looked indirectly at the large recumbent stone. I was just about to focus the camera when my eye caught, for a fleeting glimpse, what I can only explain as an ancient vista. The stone circle had become illuminated by transparent billowing curtains of deep tawny ochres, a light which suffused everything within it. For the briefest second I distinctly remember the shimmering forms of figures dancing around the circle at tremendous speed. A low chant could almost be made out. I gave a start as I noticed the centre of the circle had become a black abyssal elliptic void. I stood up straight, the vision dissipated in an instant and I was alone again on the silent moonlit hillside.
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