The Clava Cairns, deep in history and the highlands….
We came across Clava Cairns as the sun sank in the winter sky, glinting through the branches and leaving deep shadowy hollows still thick with frost from the night before.
It’s a place that you have to seek out, taking a few turns down narrow country roads, past fields and woods until a long stone wall and a brown road sign tell you that you’re there. Pulling into the small car park alongside, you’re still not really aware of the place until you step out from the trees and into the grassy area that they seem to be so intently guarding. Then you see them: three wide circular mounds topped with rounded cobbles, each one apparently surrounded by its own ring of standing stones.
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