by The Druid’s Garden
As a child, the my family’s property had what we called “the old roads”. These were flat roads, of packed earth overgrown with brambles and grass, that were running perpendicular to the slope of the mountain. They ran directly north to south. Someone had made these perfectly level, with a bank on the lower side, and they went quite far. There were two of them, an upper “road” and a “lower road” about 100 or so feet down the mountain. My father told me that they were “old roads” and he had no idea how long they had been there or where they had gone–just that they were there. We played on these old roads, walked them, built cabins on them, and thought nothing of them. Who knows the history of these “old roads”, their straightness and alignment seeming out of place in a more modern time.
A stone circle…
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