Mitchell’s Fold Stone Circle

Mitchell’s Fold Stone Circle

My fascination with stone circles has been a part of me for as long as I can remember. However, I had never visited one. I have no legitimate excuse as to why, except that I simply never had. Was it a lack of opportunity? A lack of suitable companions? Or a lack of motivation and enthusiasm? Honestly, I can’t answer because I should have always made the opportunity.

I can say though, that I am no longer a stone circle virgin!

A technicolour landscape

It was a couple of weeks ago now, that C and I made the journey from his beautiful little village in South Shropshire to the atmospheric Mitchell’s Fold stone circle near White Grit.

An impromptu visit – we were planning on a walk in the woods – but somehow we ended up making the journey.

We couldn’t have asked for a better day. The landscape was alive with an energy I had never experienced before. The colours were vibrant and the atmosphere palpable.

The shifting energies

Pulling into the gravel carpark, with stunning views of the landscape of the Wales / England borders, I had a feeling in the bottom of my stomach I couldn’t describe – similar to excitement but so much more. C’s energy felt like it matched my own.

Asking him to hush for a minute, I allowed myself a moment to absorb the energies surrounding me.

Sharing a knowing look and a hug we were treated to the breeze whipping around us, and watched in awe as miniature dust devils danced before us. At that moment, we were the only two people in the world.

Something changed – there was a subtle yet somehow monumental shift in the energy, one that needed no explanation. We both felt it and made our way up the short walk to the stones themselves.

Greeting old friends

Encountering Mitchell’s Fold for the first time was a life altering experience. I did feel a little overwhelmed by the sense of familiarity and homecoming. I felt I was greeting long lost friends.

I was grateful that, despite the gorgeous weather, the only other people around were either dog walkers or actual walkers, of whom, few gave the circle much more than a cursory glance. It meant that we were free to enjoy them.

Mitchell’s Fold in my heart

Sitting at the edge of the circle it took little imagination to see the significance of the location, and imagine how the landscape would have looked when the circle was erected, over 3000 years ago.

Mitchells’ Fold Stone circle earned its place in my heart that day. The landscape, the atmosphere, the companion – it all left a lasting impression on me.

The beauty I saw would have been there regardless but the love and serenity I felt was only possible because C was right by my side.