More sheep, more old stones

Been a bit busy, so this won't be much more than a hasty travelogue for the next week or so. We're having a lovely visit with Gaby and Richard, who arrived last Thursday and have since been covering lots of ground. Tomorrow they're off to Warwick, then perhaps Bath. (Me? Another day in the rat race.) Last weekend we took advantage of the weather by punting, having ciders in a beer garden, and visiting Avebury. So far we've had no incidents with the rental car. Cross your fingers for us. It's the size of a small tank, which doesn't bode well on these roads.

Avebury. Ancient, y'know? And, like Glastonbury, smelling of patchouli and incense. I like it.