Last spring I got a little bit obsessed with old rocks, I’d came across a few too many old episodes of time team on YouTube and felt inspired to looking from some megalithic monuments near me.
Living in Northern Ireland there is no shortage of old ritual stones or tombs. So I made a list on my phone of some stones I would love to photograph and casually hinted that we were near one anytime my wife and I were out driving.
Holestone is part of the South Antrim Heritage Trail. It’s said that the stone would only accept a female hand and her partner would grasp it on the other side- the power of the stone would bind their love until death.
This stone however was not that easy to find, I spent a good 20 mins walking about a field with a giant wind-turbine until realising it was in the next field.
After plodding about the sheep muck for a while I realised the stone must have been on top of the rocky outcrop in the middle of the field. I clambered up and there, nested in the brambles was the Holestone.
