The left the well worn road and ventured up a narrow dirt path which took them to the site of an iron age burial site. A fitting place indeed for their task in hand. The rain continued to fall, as it had done for the whole of their journey so far, yet undeterred, they had found what they were looking for. In the leeward side of a cork tree, giving just enough shelter from the elements they started the process of constructing a small dolmen using discarded stones laying around.
Four candles were placed and lit. Two for those departed and two for friends in need.
An old bell found nearby, roughly cleaned, was a simple adornment and with a solitary toll that rang out through the muted damp air, the travelers kept their thoughts.
After sometime, with the silence only broken by rain hitting the sodden red earth they turned as one and continued onwards.
For James & Rob.
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