It has taken me 68 years of this cycle, and over twenty years as a dowser, to get to this place. 

Britain’s tallest standing stone in the churchyard of a quiet village in East Yorkshire is something of an enigma. 

And it is remarkable that it still exists at all, when almost every other megalith for miles around has long since been felled and recycled.

At around 7.5 metres high it is, by some margin, the king pin of its genre - and not that far short of the mighty, and much bulkier, ten metre Menhir at Kerloas in western Brittany, the tallest in Europe.