The furthermost space was occupied by four strange people when we arrived - one was tapping at a kind of small drum while the others were chanting, or droning or something. As the British do, we completely ignored them (I thought: 'druids!'). Leaving the Barrow I heard a truncated peal of laughter from inside so I suppose we were the targets of a practical joke.
There's a good view of Silbury Hill, which I wouldn't fancy constructing with just the neolithic versions of picks and shovels.
|A grave chamber within West Kennet Long Barrow|
|The author and wife at the entrance to Avebury Manor|
|The amused wife|
|Inside the Manor: Clare is pensive|
|The author in his natural habitat|
|I just like slide rules ...|
After we had moved on to Avebury itself and visited the Manor (National Trust) we finished with a trip to Swindon Hospital to see my mother, recovering from a hip breakage following a fall. She should be out on Monday but is increasingly frail.