Avebury’s great
ring of standing stones looked even more mysterious in the mist, and the patches
of light which gradually fell through onto the Ridgeway highlighted a view
which looked it had barely altered in the last millennium or so.
Lunch was
taken in top of a white horse – of the engraved chalk variety. Then, after some interesting experiences
exerting our rights of way, the fogs cleared sufficiently to reveal the strange
alien protuberance of Silbury Hill, all the more alien in aspect for its
earlier disappearance.
After all
that amazing terrain and the odd sarsen or two, we returned to Salisbury as honorary
druids for sustenance at the Avon Brewery, and very tasty it was too.
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