Following the bluestone route

Yesterday morning all volunteers at the Lammas Project had their last breakfast at the farmhouse. We all felt very sad to leave this wonderfull place. In only a few days a very strong bond had developed between the twelve people. Most of the volunteers where in one of the starting or progressing fases of transition into a selfsustainable lifestyle. Nick quit his well-payed job at a big corporation for quite a while now and travelled around with his dome tent between projects. Louis, my fellow dutchman, lived in a yurt on a campsite in the Netherlands for a year now and was orientating himself on a more simple lifestyle. Paul had serious plans to move to south Amerika to build himself a roundhouse and he had been asking Simon Dales a lot of questions about it. Polish Alexandra was living in England for three years now and got sick of the awfull factorywork she was doing and was searching for a way to live a cheaper and nicer life in the countryside.=20

And so all of us where preparing ourselves in different ways and the Lammas project offered us good new experiences to get new focus on our own plan for the future.. After I left Lammas I walked over the road to the Preseli mountains. The days before I already tried to find a proper unpaved track or trail from Lammas to the mountains but I didn't succeed. As I walked along the road cars drove fast along me and forced me to step next to the road all the time. After 5 sunny days at Lammas today the sky had become grey and cloudy. I felt sad and lonely along this busy road and was glad to find the track which lead me into the Preseli mountains. My sad feelings disappeared at once when I saw the beautiful bare hills extending to the horizon.

There where nowhere any signs to be seen, but it was quite clear how the route over the higher part of the hills ought to run. I followed the ridge for a few hours and enjoyed the lovely views to the surrounding hillsides. A few times I came across places with lots of big stones laying around, some of them standing upright. As far as I had understand the route I was walking used to be part of the famous Bluestone route, a route which was used in prehistoric times to transport big stones to Stone Henge. Along this holy route smaller circles of smaller stones had been erected for the ceremonies of the people traveling along the bluestone route. It is a strange feeling walking the same route as people had been walking 6000 years ago. After a few hours walking I saw on the northern side of the hills a valley mainly existing of broad leaf woodland. I was wondering if this woodland would be the place where the famous roundhouses had been build and tried to find myself a path to get there.

When I didn't find a proper path I just walked strait throught the boggy fields downwards to the woods. At the edge of the woodland I was lucky to find an official foodpath running through it. The woodland was wonderfull with very old oak trees all around. The stone walls where beautifully overgrown with mosses and firns. Allthough I watched very carefully I couldn't spot any roundhouses. Finally I decided to walk on over the road to Brithdir Mawr. On instant I forgot my sadness about leaving Lammas when I realized I had found myself another inspiring place again. A guy named Tom showed me the main room in which a big table full with lovely food, remaining from dinner, was welcoming me.