Mote of Mark is just a few miles east of Trusty's Hill, where Urr Water flows into Rough Firth.
This little hill has also been excavated on multiple occasions, including a major dig in the 1970s, the results of which have recently (2006) been published in one of those completely inaccessible volumes from an obscure press that are the bane of archaeology. Just put it online, people! Forget the damn fat book that nobody will read because nobody can find it! Gack. One of the most important finds was made back in 1913, a collection of mold fragments for casting elaborate metal ornaments. So just as at Trusty's Hill, Mote of Mark was the site of high-end craft production for wealthy customers.
I found this scratched bone on a web page about Mote of Mark, so I assume it came from there, but it had no caption and the file name was a random-looking 12-digit number, so certainty eludes me.
And finally Tynron Doon, a hill fort a bit farther north in the Scaur Hills. This is an ancient fort, built in the pre-Roman Iron Age and occupied into the 16th century. (In fact there was a shepherd's hut on the spot down to around 1800.) Artifacts from the include several nice items from the 500 to 700 CE period, including jewelry and decorative bosses for horse harness.
Gold on the wallAccording to our sources, Urien and Owein were Chrisitan, but the songs of their bards were still rich with the lore of ancient druids. Taliesin mocked monks in one of his poems ("Monks howl like a choir of dogs") and wrote these famous lines, summarizing the druidical teaching that the universe is a constant process of transformation:
Bold the assault,
Sin not to press the attack.
One shouting Saxon
Was food for the birds,
High-hearted the war-cry. . . .
I have been a narrow, gilded spear,This was the world of the heroes whose memory was kept for a thousand years: simple food in thatched halls, but a mighty pride in their deeds and their ancestry, and a tradition of myth and song to rival any humans ever created
I believe in what is clear,
I have been raindrop in the air,
I have been the furthest star,
I have been word among letters,
I have been book in the beginning
I have been light of the lamp.
For a year and a half
I was a huge bridge spanning three score creeks.
I have been path, I have been eagle,
I have been fisherman's boat on the sea,
I have been food at the feasting,
I have been drop of the shower,
I have been a sword gripped in the hands,
I have been shield in the battle,
I have been string of a harp,
in this way for nine years.
In the water, in the foam,
I have been sponge in the fire,
I have been tree in the uncharted wood.