We took the long way back… we often do. So many things are missed by speeding along the motorways and so many more discovered by meandering down country lanes. And anyway, it would have seemed all wrong to be south of Swindon and not call at Avebury. It has been a while since we were last there… the autumnal equinox was the last time, which is probably the longest we have been away in the past few years.
By the time we arrived, the summer tourists had gone and the village was quiet. The light of the stormy sky had softened to porcelain pastels and the stones seemed to float above the misty seed-heads of the meadow grass; fairy grass, I had called it as a child and the name seemed perfect in this magical place where the stones smile their welcome.
We stayed for refreshments at the Lion, though…
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