Back in August I said I’d make the case for a Clyde-region Altar Stone somewhere with more room in it. This is the room.
Peter’s Altar Stone and mine
Anyone but boring old nature
Nobody has ever wanted the boring answer. Nine hundred years of people explaining how the stones got onto Salisbury Plain, every one of them with a better version than the last, and not one of those versions has ever been “the ice put it there.”
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