Some places are dramatic the moment you arrive. Others are much quieter and seem to reveal themselves slowly.

The Sanctuary at Avebury was like that for me.

It sits within an extraordinary landscape, close to Avebury, Silbury Hill and the West Kennet Avenue, but compared with the great stones at Avebury it can seem quite understated. Today, what you see are markers showing where circles of timber posts and stones once stood.

I had been there before, but on this particular visit I went in with my dowsing rods and asked a very simple question:

“Please show me what I need to know.”

There are some moments that seem small when they happen, but later you realise they changed the direction of everything.

For me, one of those moments happened in a labyrinth in the woods at the end of my garden.

I had received what felt like a clear inner instruction to build a labyrinth there.

It was a simple three-circuit path made from leaves, held within a little temple of trees.

I had already been exploring labyrinths, sacred geometry, dowsing and the subtle relationship between people and place.

But dragons were not yet part of that story.