Today we left as soon as we knew that
Kate was home from hospital and asleep and after the Meteors had finished
disposing of WA. We paused briefly to look from a distance at the Cherhill
White Horse - which I later discovered was cut in the late 18th century by a
local worthy known as "the Mad Doctor".
Shortly after we arrived at Avebury. It
boasts the remains of two stone circles inside the remains of a bigger circle
inside a huge mound and ditch. Also in the middle is the village of Avebury and
Avebury manor. The historical inhabitants of this village are largely
responsible for doing their best to variously knock down and break up the stones.
The archaeologist owner of the manor in the 30s appears to have saved and
repaired some of it. Also nearby is Silbury Hill (not a hill but a huge
man-made mound) and the longest barrow in Britain. In short, this is an
extraordinary Neolithic landscape. (Are you bored yet? You don't have to read
this you know.)
We had, as usual, arranged great
weather, and the countryside was beautiful. Avoiding the sheep droppings we
wandered about.
Having established that the stones were
indeed very big, and that Neolithic Britons did a lot of digging and rock
lifting, and that, yes, there were circles - we headed off to the village for
lunch and the National Trust shop for a shop. (If various civilisations had
spent more time building baths, roads and sewers - and less time arranging
giant stones in patterns and digging ditches - we might have been able to avoid
the need to admire the Romans all the time.)
The Tudor bed was very comfortable. We
listened to Chamberlain declare war while sitting in the sitting room. I played snooker in the snooker room. Then we had tea and
cake in the award-winning tearooms while listening to 1920s music.
It was by now rather cold and damp, so
we checked out the beautiful village church with its Saxon font etc.
We were not up to traveling on to
Stonehenge or climbing hills to look inside barrows. All done up really.






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