Stone carved from the earth and laid back upon, soft crumbling clay littered with the debris of the autumn, branches bare of leaf as they fall and carpet the ground. The smell of earth musky in nose the damp beneath the trodden foot. The route ahead laid out as path to somewhere new, with each rise a sandy tread. Each step looks as if was laid an eternity ago, with shallow hollows beginning to form. We walk on this magnificent formation, without a thought of its creation.