Entrance to the Avebury henge Hair stands high on the cat’s back like a ridge of threatening hills. Sheepdogs howl, make tracks and growl — their tails hanging low. And young children falter in their games at the altar of life’s hide-and-seek between tall pillars, where Sunday-night killers in grey raincoats peek. Down to the […]
Avebury is my church. It's where I go to touch the divine. It's weird I know. But I've had a love affair with Avebury since I was a child, when it was just photos in a book.
The largest of the stone circles, Avebury is large enough for a village to have sprung up in its mist. A living village, where you can wander freely among the stones, day or night. It's not just the circle though. Prehistoric Silbury Hill, West Kennet Long Barrow, the Ridgeway, freckled with more barrows.
It's more mystery than any generation can solve. But we don't stop wondering.
More about Avebury from A Gothic Curiosity Cabinet …
My primer for those unfamiliar with Avebury.
Megalithic mysteries and my appointment with destiny at Avebury circle and henge
Running down ghost stories in Avebury
Ghost stories and supernatural occurrences from Avebury circle and henge
A curious dolmen or burial site near Avebury
Lucifer’s neolithic home, Devil’s Den stands vigil near the Avebury circle complex
Avebury was connected to the dead, so it's a great place to say goodbye
Confronting the ghosts of my soul and of the dead in Avebury henge, and Churchyard Cottage
Spend enough time in a pub and things are bound to get interesting ...
Confrontation at the Red Lion in Avebury, and touching the sacred at Silbury and Waden Hills
A look at how we perceive the dead today, and funeral practices at Avebury in the past.
Walking one of the oldest highways in the world and exploring resting places of the dead
Clearing the mind along the Ridgeway in Avebury, finding solace in the barrows and a realization at the Sanctuary
A photo essay ... one frosty morning in Avebury
Experiencing another sunrise at Avebury stone circles and henge
Avebury photos and fine art prints from The Wytchery
People are always going on about celestial alignments with the neolithic stone circles of Britain, Ireland and beyond. But it’s a simple fact, these are, more or less, circles. Stand in the middle and eventually there well be a solar or other celestial alignment for every stone. The solstices, the equinoxes will usually line up […]
A lady stands upon the henge at Avebury in the snow, looking off into the distance where a man walks away. It’s impossible not to see the story there. She’s watching him leave, across a snowy, barren landscape, and it’s the hardest walk the man has ever undertaken. He doesn’t want to go, she doesn’t […]
Southern Entrance Stones to the Great Circle at Avebury It’s January, and I should be in Britain. I holed up in Avebury village the past two Januarys, a stone’s throw from the largest stone circle in England. It became my church, where I go to rekindle my soul. But the road sometimes takes weird twists […]
Moonrise over West Kennet Avenue, Avebury + + + It’s 1972 and I’m eleven years old, hanging out in the Carmi Public Library, which is about the only place I’m allowed to hang out. I find a book on the shelf, plain black with a bit of red trim. Mysterious Britain is the title, and Janet and Colin […]
The Cove in Avebury World Heritage Site. Click here to view more images from Avebury or to order a print from the Wytchery It’s about 11 p.m., January 12, 2016. I’m sitting on the ring stone near the southern entrance of the great circle of Avebury henge. It’s fucking cold. I’m fucking drunk. Still. How […]
Standing Stone of the Inner Southern Circle at Sunrise A year to the day from this morning, I awoke at sunrise to find Avebury blanketed in snow. I hadn’t been that excited to see snow since I was a little kid, realizing there would be no school today. I had dreamt of photographing Avebury in […]
Barrows atop of Overton Hill near Avebury. Heading east on High Street from the center of Avebury, you find yourself at the beginning of a dirt track leading uphill. This was once the road which led from Marlborough to Bath, and the ruts you see in the mud were made by carriages and wagons centuries […]
Devil’s Den Dolmen. It is naturally the subject of many legends in the district, and few, we imagine, of the people about would care to find themselves too close to it at the solemn hours of midnight, though one of the stories necessitates such a state of things; for we were told that if any one pours […]
Along the river Kennet, with Waden Hill on the left. Things got a little hazy after the walk along Overton Hill and amongst the barrows. I finished the walk with a couple of drinks at the Red Lion. And then came a long conversation via text message back at the cottage. Or rather, since phone […]