The feeling

I was banging along the A75 towards Creetown dodging lorries headed for the Carnryan ferries to Belfast when I thought I should go and see that Holy Cairn chambered tomb. Up a tiny steep road wedged between trees and Sykes and raggedy mist I arrived.

I had the feeling I had the first time I saw Chun Quoit in Penwith in West Cornwall etched against a dark shining sea. I’ve maybe felt it in the towering beech forest and piled boulders beneath the Sanctuary of La Verna.

Being me I thought it was ‘a sign’ so when the really rather nice bloke stepped out of his steading and said, ‘So do you want to see the house?’, it was, as they say, game on.

Later, the evening light at Ross Bay, might have indeed been mistaken for another sign but it’s funny how quickly the magic can wear thin.