I went Dolmen hunting today. There are rumours around here that there is one hiding in one of four potential spots, so I covered two of them this morning, primed with Google Earth and a SatNav programmed with various coordinates relating to spurious grey patches on the satellite image. Fuck all use that turned out to be.
I did find an abandoned farm with a collie puppy chained to a wall, whom my dog made friends with instantly. Car parts were scattered everywhere and somebody had sprayed the message ‘The road ends here kids” on a dilapidated wall. I climbed gates and trudged through marshes, I climbed up and down various hills and had a dodgy encounter with a deer (when is rutting season anyway?). I found a swamp full of cars dating back to the 50’s, and an upside-down bus in a gorse patch in the middle of nowhere, roughly around the same time I realized I was completely lost. It was quite a surreal little adventure.
The thought occurred to me that I could have been standing on top of the dolmen at any point, given that thousands of years have past. It’s quite likely that I’d never find it, but I had it in my head that it would be an amazing project to discover it and rally the help of a few locals to clear it up and get it registered.
I wish I’d paid more attention to those Archaeology lectures, I might know now what signs to look out for. I wish Google Earth had a rock density gradient built into its programming.
Right now though, I wish for a dry pair of socks.