Thursday, July 23, 2009

Via an ageless Henge

Leaving the pristine west coast and the wonderful friendly environment of Porlock we ploughed into the tangled web of the English country road system. This would have been an absolute nightmare if not for HRH Beatrice and her subtle links into the worldwide GPS network. Needless to say she performed faultlessly. No wrong turns, and straight to where we wanted to go.
Our first destination was Stonehenge. This sits in the middle of nowhere on top of a grass covered plain, doing nothing and being attacked by really strong winds and thousands of interested spectators, who eventually leave after realising that nothing is going to happen. That being said it is fascinating as to how it got there and why they bothered in the first place. It pre-dates the pyramids, and they got the stones from a long way away. Thousands of manhours of effort – just so Druids in the future could tell which was the longest day in the year? – Possibly not.
Anyway – we were very impressed with the way they’d set the whole show up with the private commentary machines and we didn’t really mind not being able to walk between the monoliths (soil erosion etc.). After having a superb picnic (supplied by Polly) sitting on the nearby grass we headed off to Avebury to have a poke around there. This was impressive, not just all the big rocks around the village (why? – no one knows) but also the local conical hill (why? - no one knows) and the pictures of horses on the hills (why? – no one knows). All of this implies a whole lot of effort of people in the past in order to make sure the people of the future would think about what they were doing. It could be a just sense of humour on their behalf.
We then headed off the Sarah and Nick’s place in Buckingham which is settled nicely in a green valley in middle of town overlooking bowling greens, tennis courts and the parklands of the university. After dinner we went for walk whilst the kids rode bikes. Much fun was had, chasing friendly black cats and playing a game called apple throwing (aka Scrumping).

1 comment:

marg said...

Well, the people of the future sure are appreciating the humour of the people of the past!