‘This was the roof.’ Hutch tapped the flat tilting rock on top of the stone pile. ‘All these stones are on a mound. A burial mound. That’s why the stones are raised like this. The rocks underneath this big flat one were the sides, but they’ve fallen in. And back over there’ – Hutch pointed his stick at another small hill behind the mound – ‘another one. Cromlech. Or dolmen. Old, old graves, mate.’
