Boring Granny ;)

But the masons leave

for the lime-pits of time, with flowers, chaff, ashes,

Their plans are spattered with blood, lost,

And the golden plumb-line of sun says; the world is leaning,

Bedded in a base where the fingers

Of ancient waters touch the foundation.

But feel the walls; the glow stays on your hands.

Ivan Lilac 1996 from the House of the Builders

Yes that's me according to grandchildren, but I enjoy being boring!

On my Megalithic news this morning came a book written by Steve Marshall - 'Exploring Avebury' and hunting around on the net produced this very interesting video.  I watched it spellbound for the hour it took to run, knowing all these places I had roamed with my old dog Moss.  I know this area so well it is as if it is engraved on my soul.  The years I wandered around by myself to the time when I wandered around with Paul.  That moment in January when it snowed whilst we were staying at Teacher's Cottage and got up early in the cold and dark and walked around the stones before anyone else was there.

Marshall was lucky he spent several years in a cottage at Yatesbury, a village a couple of miles from Avebury, and where Julian Cope used to live.

Firstly Windmill Hill because it was one of the first signs of humans living in the area, on this dry chalk land.
 

Windmill Hill Causewayed Enclosure.  Later ditched Bronze Age barrow.

The crack willow where the Swallowhead spring joins the river Kennett. A sacred place to the new druids

Unfortunately the messy offerings of today rather let the Swallow head springs down

The river winding its way past Avebury

The Cove at Avebury

Avebury stones with the Red Lion in the distance.  Meeting place for friends and relatives.

Ridiculous hat and not the shoes for muddy walking

The river in flood

The stones in the snow.  The lecture filled a lot of information in about the fate of the stones over the centuries.

The great closing down facade of the West Kennet Long Barrow