We stand on the lawn gazing at the encircling stones. It certainly is very still in here. "It's got something to do with the site and whatever persuaded me to put them here," explains Ed, as he takes me round the stones. "That is our wedding stone (a triangle pierced by a hole through which couples kiss and hold hands), there's the angels' runway (a stone slab atop three monoliths) and here's the rocking stone," he announces. He lowers his voice. "If you rock that one, it confers fertility." The towering slabs of the stone circle, glinting in the summer sunshine, are each dedicated to an important woman in Ed's life. "That one is great-aunt Hilda," he says, waving his arms, "that's my mother and this is Marion, an ex-Bluebell dancer. She drove me to the quarry for six months to collect the stone."