Sunday, 8 March 2009
Whenever I visit the Giant's Chair in the middle of the Moor the weather seems to turn ugly. The first time I went to find it there was thick fog and we nearly missed it altogether - despite its size. Today was no exception. It was like that very scary black and white TV programme, the Singing Ringing Tree, that I watched as a child. Every time the evil dwarf arrived he would be heralded by terrible storms, rain and thunder....which is what seemed to happen as we approached the Chair. Despite this it definitely feels like a force for good.