For nigh on half of my existence, since I first saw a picture in a book I have felt drawn to this most sacred of places but life’s twists and turns have always somehow managed to stop me in one way or another. Thousands of times I have visited in my imagination but today, no matter what, I was determined to realise my dream. So I set off to Penmaenmawr, my destination, “The Druids Circle” I remembered there was a book in the car called “sacred circles” by Julian Heath and it features quick guides how to reach various sites, it mentioned a path near Graiglwyd, so I put that into my phones sat nav and cross matched the destination with my OS map which showed a pretty direct route which is also a public right of way, so that’s where my adventure began so to speak. I parked up at the entrance to a farm with a right of way dude pointing up to the house. Looking up at the daunting surrounding mountains I thought “here we go” The path takes you along side the house, then up, really steeply up, especially at first, the walk up is beautiful, as with all such walks the steepness means you ascend to height very quickly and the views over the Irish Sea are simply breathtaking, quite early on I came to two small stones along the narrow path through the ferns, both giving positive pendulum readings, suggesting this may well have been an ancient trackway up to the monument, luckily along this path there are two small benches which I made full use of, upon reaching the second bench, whilst my respiratory system tried to sort itself out I realised I should be nearing my destination, which I’m glad to say was exactly the case, near the second bench is a small bridge which takes you across a boggy area and leads you up to an old iron kissing gate, once through the gate follow the wall up to the North Wales path just a hundred yards or so away. I stopped at what appeared to be a recently erected post adorned by a Conwy badge, again i attempted to kickstart normal breathing, at this point a mountain biker came my way, I stopped him and asked for directions to the circle to which he pointed to the top of the hill directly in front of me, so following his departure I embarked on yet another spate of breathlessness as I trudged straight up making my own path to the summit which lied ahead, by this time adrenaline and anticipation had taken over, upon reaching the summit of the hill amidst howling winds I first came across the feature now known to be “monument 280 which is thought to be the remains of a ring cairn, as I approached this intriguing monument I turned my gaze to the left and there it was, tantalisingly poised, the instantly recognisable “Druids Circle” all I could say at this point was “WOW”, as I approached more of the monument was revealed, it was everything I had imagined and more, to say all the pictures I had seen don’t do it justice is an understatement, as soon as you catch sight of it you are drawn to its majesty, you really must visit, it HAS to be experienced in person. I have no doubt the circle later adopted its name from Druidic ceremonies held here, but this has almost definitely been a site of ritualistic ceremonies for millennia, the sheer enchantment of the place is overwhelming, this place is more than just a stone circle, there’s something about it I can’t explain, it’s not in any way negative, in fact it oozes positivity, my pendulum was once again off the scale, but it’s not all fluffy bunnies either, this monument has a kind of rawness to it, it emits a vibe of sorcery, a magical, beautiful, yet almost sinister experience, this circle was surely forged in Mordor, then summoned into being from the earth through wizardry and magic, as it compels the visitor with it’s overwhelming charisma, it entices you into its embrace then ignites your spiritual connection, and your curiosity, it whispers softly mother natures secrets. whilst firing up your imagination, you can almost visualise Witches dancing within its sanctuary, illuminated by moonlight as flames flicker and dance against the contours of the stones, Wizards casting spells as thunder fills the air and lightening connects with the earth, like so many of these amazing sites this was undoubtedly the birthplace of Paganism in its rawest form. I instantly fell in love with this monument, the ancient frequency anchored in the stones freed me from my anxiety prison and instilled such a feeling of mental clarity, the soothing calmness is utterly invigorating, its placement within this sacred landscape is absolute perfection, it encapsulates everything I’ve ever envisaged of such places. Approaching along the trackway from circle 275 in Neolithic times must have been a truly exhilarating experience as you see the Druids Circle in all its majestic glory on the horizon. Since I left all I’ve done is yearn to return, and I will, many more times.
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