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Fringe Benefits…

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Another one of those ‘green-worm-holes’ presented itself.

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And we were hardly likely to refuse.

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A decision with consequences which we both found quite pleasing.

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A couple of small stones caught our attention.

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But upon closer inspection they turned out to be rather large stones.

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But then, this was Avebury after all…

 

The well below the valley…

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“Cadbury Castle is on the ‘line’ anyway.”

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“Which is possibly why we felt drawn here in the first place.”

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“Oh, and Burrowbridge Mump.”

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“Which just leaves Glastonbury Tor  which, on a clear day,  is visible from Cadbury Castle…”

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“And which, given that time is now pressing, means we can go straight to Avebury.”

“Isn’t time always pressing?”

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“If there’s half a chance of getting to Avebury…”

 

 

St Michael de Rupe…

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“It is something of a ‘dream come true’ to be here, looking at this.”

“In all its technicolour glory.”

“Traditionally, Michael is depicted either ‘slaying’, or ‘fixing’, or as we might say, ‘drawing’,  or even ‘tickling’, the dragon, or, he is depicted with scales and sword in, or on, or above clouds.”

“So at a stretch this could even be described as traditional.”

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“But look at his apparel.”

“This is St Michael, the Celt,

or St Michael, the Hermit,

or St Michael, the Druid…”

“Of all, of which, we whole heartedly approve.”

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“And look at the colours.”

“The golds, and greens, and reds…”

“Earth colours!”

“Or dragon colours.”

“And look at the way in which he is holding his sword.”

“He could be ‘sighting-a-line’ or ‘plumbing-a-depth’.

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“But I thought we were calling this traditional?”

“We are!”

“So where are the clouds?”

“Ah, where indeed…”

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The Rock of Brentor…

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‘…A church, full bleak, and weather beaten, all alone, as it were forsaken…’

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“St Michael de Rupe?”

“St Michael the Rock.”

“I thought St Peter was supposed to be the ‘Rock’?”

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“The rock referred to here, is volcanic.”

“Nice.”

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“Though you would never know it now…”

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“…The church-tower can still serve as a beacon.”

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“Curioser and curioser…”

“Wait till we get inside, Alice.”

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Citadel of the Sun II…

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… We had been at the mercy of the tides before.

At Lindisfarne we were stranded on the ‘island’ for eight hours.

This time we were ‘stranded’ on the mainland…

There is something about causewayed isles that speaks to the soul.

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We wonder why anyone would choose to sail over.

Our fellow ‘pilgrims’ have, for the most part, dressed for the sun and they set off over the causeway before the tide has fully receded.

They appear largely unaware of the ‘why’ of their presence there…

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So we watch the birds instead.

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The ‘line’ does not pass through the castle.

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‘A very special place’…

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The Eskimo has over fifty words for snow…

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Carn les Boel, is marked on the map as a hill-fort but it is very different from the two ‘hill-forts’ we had just encountered on our Workshop…

It is difficult to imagine anyone living here, although, doubtless a presence would, in former times have been maintained.

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The stones, predominantly erratic, have been judiciously supplemented, and in case we had arrrived with eyes wide shut the avian populations seemed keen to call our attention to the ‘salient points’…

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These days we do not have to be told twice…

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Although, ‘The Dragon’s Breath’ was proving restrictive…

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Our request for clarity was graciously accepted…

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Albeit briefly…

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And why is Carn les Boel so special?

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It is a place where Dragon Energies meet the sea…