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"Myrddin speaks, the year is 543 and he is dying. He describes how he is writing in the priory at Betys-y-Coed in Wales and that when he dies his fairy from the Otherworld will lay him out on a rocky shelf overlooking Swallow Falls. There he will lie until the land slips and "you start to sort through my bones."These three photos show the Falls, the stream below the Falls and where we think Merlin is buried."

"Myrddin speaks, the year is 543 and he is dying. He describes how he is writing in the priory at Betys-y-Coed in Wales and that when he dies his fairy from the Otherworld will lay him out on a rocky shelf overlooking Swallow Falls. There he will lie until the land slips and "you start to sort through my bones."These three photos show the Falls, the stream below the Falls and where we think Merlin is buried."

"Myrddin speaks, the year is 543 and he is dying. He describes how he is writing in the priory at Betys-y-Coed in Wales and that when he dies his fairy from the Otherworld will lay him out on a rocky shelf overlooking Swallow Falls. There he will lie until the land slips and "you start to sort through my bones."These three photos show the Falls, the stream below the Falls and where we think Merlin is buried."

"There is no one looking at you," her friend reassured her, "there are only some sheep , and a helicopter over there doing a fake rescue..."

Emily protests: "It's still a dumb idea to skip around a pile of old stones." But she knew they had agreed to dance around the Nine Maidens on Dartmoor at noon, at the very time when the legend promised all the standing stones would dance too."

"Could you just give this one, two, three. Heave ho?" Emily tried and let the rock go. "It is just too heavy, KC..."

Emily protests: "It's still a dumb idea to skip around a pile of old stones." But she knew they had agreed to dance around the Nine Maidens on Dartmoor at noon, at the very time when the legend promised all the standing stones would dance too."

“If you were standing on the Tor where I was above the Baal Stones you would see three wheels in motion: the round of foxes, the circlet of the Stone Maidens and the two girls dancing, all of them a-shimmer in the autumn wind.”

"Okehampton Castle stood on the edge of Dartmoor, a gaunt and haunted ruin. Pungent smoke from an autumn fire twisted over the site of the excavation of a Roman villa. It was worked by students from Exeter University and volunteers from local high schools and the wraiths of smoke smarted their eyes."