Thanks Martin. I live ‘amongst’ these stanes and they are very important to me . I’m up at Oxgangs very near the Caiystane and the Buckstane and Morningside is just doon the hill. I’ve known these all my life. But I never knew about the face! 😂. So thanks!🤗
@@BeforeCaledonia Aye - both great in their own ways. I always think Huly is like a mini Newgrange. It’s a shame they moved the outlier in the industrial estate over the road. Ravenswood is perhaps the most surprising and least kent! Sitting below Craigmillar I think it’s likely there was a connection. Be aware also of Bridgend just doon the road which was the hunting lodge of James V - obviously not ‘Before’ Caledonia but indicative of a sacred landscape in a similar way to Falkland and the Lomonds etc.🤗🏴
I Googled standing stones in Edinburgh years ago a website had a few dotted around Edinburgh. The pub at Longstone has a standing stone on the picture on the front. Longstone inn ? Newbridge roundabout across from McDonald's there is an old burial ground mound which was created after the ring of standing stones still there today is in a little park. But as you drive towards the roundabout heading out of Edinburgh on your left 5 meters from the road up against incorporated in the grounds of an office building is a massive megalithic stone that once was an outer circle of stones of what still stand today. It is ginormous ! Strange people were doing this all over Britain from orkneys to stonehenge to globeki teki. They had to be calendars
I think like my 15th or 16th great grandpa died in the Battle of Flodden Hill. His name was James Henderson. It wasn't until recently i found out why the Bagpipes are played at the funeral of every fallen Officer, here in the United States.... And i was told it's because James Henderson and his family were the Pipers, Chanters, and King James IV own personal Guardians. My dad, Larry Wayne Henderson oddly enough was known to John Gotti and others in Federal Prison here in the United States, as "The Guardian". He also befriended all surviving males of the Branch Davidian compound raid in Waco, Texas. They too..called my dad The Guardian. Must be one of those Blood thicker than water things, he taught me about.
