Now that we were on a merry jaunt around the county, Thomas had decided that we should make a couple odd stops. One of our first stops happened to be one that required us to climb a wall to get to it, but that was ok–except for the people who climbed the wall a bit too far down, and ended up in the same field as some very nice cows who had left some very nice gifts for people landing in their field.
Anyway, we hopped over the wall and down to the tomb. Thomas had told us that this was the largest wedge tomb in the country, and a bit about who was buried there, the most prominent being an old woman who, interestingly enough, while buried at the entrance to the tomb, had her skull buried elsewhere. While others might have been buried around her, the tomb was largely hers, and man, was it spacious.
Cait, Leili, Ben, myself, and a few others climbed down into it and hung out for a few minutes. The interior was flat, smooth, and completely covered by the huge rock–in retrospect, this is probably one of those things that my mother would have been concerned that the rock would fall on me–and we settled inside. It was a nice spot, and the thought shortly occurred to us that we might revisit the tomb at some point and bring along a picnic lunch. Probably not a good idea, but it sounded nice and relaxing, especially since it started raining as we began to leave. Thomas took us past an old church with a large graveyard, but, due to the rain, decided against stopping there.
So we continued on, compared some pictures we’d taken at the tomb (Cait got a really good one from the top of the tomb looking down on the rest of us), napped a bit, and hoped that the rain would stop, since we would be hiking a bit before we got to our next true stop.