Aperitif
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- Location
- ...I don't have much idea - really.
So. Where were we? Ah! Hippydom that is Stonehenge at Solstice.
Thanks to the Schoolmaster for tending our weary bicycles, we dribbed and drabbed into the arena, where a good cross-section of life was drinking (in) the atmosphere - a hum of weirdness. I was reminded of the 'feel' of London, post 'the recent wedding' - everyone in reasonable spirits and exchanging small talk. We had our photo taken (as long as we were within Mr Marmite's aura) several times, chatting to folk as the drumbeats sounded, the singing grated, and the accordions of the Morris Dancers rapped out a tune. The cops were everywhere.
Strictly non-PC
I asked this woman wrapped in foil if I could take a photo of her.
"Yes" she said "but would you mind taking one of me as I don't have pictures, and I'm here alone..." I felt a bit sad after that, (but got a good shot on her camera with Stonehenge in the background) until I rocked over to the Morris Dancers. They were jingling around a horse and beating it in the friendly way one does - such splendid expressions, coupled with a lot of skill. (Well, I think so.)
I could have stayed a few hours, just mingling, Davy was inhaling, positioned within the centre circle of stones, by way of a pick-me-up, and Andy was busy giving interviews . A woman cried out "I just got the results of my gluten test, and you're on my list" - something like that.Man, that Andy was a 'catch' on Solstice morn.
There were a few other photo ops that went begging, but Luke and Martin(XL) were cultured out by that stage and needed breakfast. It was only a short 32 miles away - pancake flat, a mere 'tap in' after what we had achieved.
Luke absent for this Facebook style portrait:
Thanks to the Schoolmaster for tending our weary bicycles, we dribbed and drabbed into the arena, where a good cross-section of life was drinking (in) the atmosphere - a hum of weirdness. I was reminded of the 'feel' of London, post 'the recent wedding' - everyone in reasonable spirits and exchanging small talk. We had our photo taken (as long as we were within Mr Marmite's aura) several times, chatting to folk as the drumbeats sounded, the singing grated, and the accordions of the Morris Dancers rapped out a tune. The cops were everywhere.
Strictly non-PC
I asked this woman wrapped in foil if I could take a photo of her.
"Yes" she said "but would you mind taking one of me as I don't have pictures, and I'm here alone..." I felt a bit sad after that, (but got a good shot on her camera with Stonehenge in the background) until I rocked over to the Morris Dancers. They were jingling around a horse and beating it in the friendly way one does - such splendid expressions, coupled with a lot of skill. (Well, I think so.)
I could have stayed a few hours, just mingling, Davy was inhaling, positioned within the centre circle of stones, by way of a pick-me-up, and Andy was busy giving interviews . A woman cried out "I just got the results of my gluten test, and you're on my list" - something like that.Man, that Andy was a 'catch' on Solstice morn.
There were a few other photo ops that went begging, but Luke and Martin(XL) were cultured out by that stage and needed breakfast. It was only a short 32 miles away - pancake flat, a mere 'tap in' after what we had achieved.
Luke absent for this Facebook style portrait: