Once upon a time an ice giant with frozen fingers travelled from the far west, where he lived close to the setting sun, to visit a cousin of his who lived on the chalklands close to the place where the sun rises. He was called Dafydd and his cousin was called Cuthbert. Anyway, Dafydd carried with him a bag of pretty pebbles as a gift for his host, because that is the way with giants. (He thought they were pebbles, because he was a giant, but for ordinary people they were HUGE......) When he arrived he was welcomed with open arms by his cousin, who lived in a warm and pleasant valley with not many trees. He just loved his gift from the west, and the two giants arranged the pebbles in a nice pile where they could be admired by all who travelled that way. They passed the time pleasantly enough, talking of other giants and the latest happenings here and there. But then Dafydd began to feel uncomfortable because his fingers started to thaw, and he was much happier when they were frozen. So at last he took his leave and headed back to the icy lands of the west. Cuthbert was very proud of his collection of pebbles, but he was not very intelligent and not very attentive, and when he was out wandering one day a gang of human beings came and stole the pebbles because they wanted to arrange them in a pretty pattern to show to their friends. They left one behind because they were in a bit of a hurry, but a human being who lived nearby (Mr Bole was his name) stole that one and buried it in the middle of a mound in his garden. Cuthbert was distraught for a while, but soon forgot about the pebbles, because he had other pressing matters to deal with. But after the passage of a few centuries Dafydd came on another visit, but without any pebbles this time because he was feeling his age, and anyway, pebbles had gone out of fashion. He was welcomed warmly enough by Cuthbert, but he immediately noticed that the nice pile of pebbles had gone. Cuthbert explained that they had been stolen by some humans, but poor Dafydd was distraught because his cousin had not looked after the pebbles better, and because of the evil ways of human beings. He broke down and wept giant tears, and ever since then the pleasant valley where Cuthbert lived has been called Breakheart Bottom...............
So there we are then.
Even if the above folk tale is not necessarily true, I am intrigued by the manner in which both Aubrey Burl and Geoff Kellaway homed in on the area around Chitterne, Heytesbury, Boles Barrow and Imber as the possible area in which the Stonehenge bluestones were deposited by ice and from which they were collected up by our heroic ancestors. Breakheart Bottom is in the middle of that area, and around half of the territory on the map below is within the MOD firing range.
I just wonder whether this is the area in which the truth resides, just waiting to be uncovered?