Bobbie and I now leave the Midlands and continue our arduous journey into the wilds of England.
To get to Sussex we were forced to pass through the notorious tourist trap that is known as "The Salsbury Plain".
Just two days before had been the Summer Solstice and we had been listening to the news reports of the thousands of weirdos who descend on Stonehenge each year.
I've never had Stonehenge on my bucket list. But Avebury, now that's different.
The Circle of Standing Stones at Avebury are larger by far than Stonehenge. In fact the town of Avebury is right in the middle of the circle and it is quadra-sected by two roads.
So off we go.
On the way I was trying to keep an eye out for one of the famous Chalk or "White Horses" which dot the hillsides of this area.
The problem with spotting them was one we experienced all over the UK.
Why can't these people cut down some of the trees and bushes lining the roads so we tourists can see the country side?
This White Horse is called the "Hackpen White Horse".
I took this picture to give you an idea how hard it was to spot.
Here is a commercial shot to show you the scale of this horse.
There are 14 of these Horses dotting the Wiltshire downs. The oldest is the Uffington Horse which dates to the Neolithic period.
This one is far more recent dating only to 1838. But cool to see anyway.
Lat/Long 51° 28' 20.70" N, 1° 49' 3.21" W
We then come to Avebury.
As we walked to the monument from the car park we passed this Cricket match which had probably been in progress for the past three days.
And then you pass through the town of Avebury and it's buildings with Thatched roofs.
And then you come into the circle of stones itself.
To keep the grass down the Heritage Trust encourages the locals to graze their sheep in and among the stones.
At each gate there is a sign. "Where there are sheep, there is poo. Mind the Poo."
I get Bobbie to pose for a "Diana Gabaldon" moment.
Does anyone remember the scene from "Saving Private Ryan" where one of the American soldiers shows the German prisoners the Star of David on his dog tags and tells them "Yudden, Yudden".
Here I am tormenting some of the poor helpless sheep.
"Your cousin, Your cousin."
And what does an ignorant N. American tourist do when faced with something that has stood, erect, in this spot for about a billion years?
A little vandalism of course.
Lat/Long of the 5th photo 51° 28' 20.70" N, 1° 49' 2.90" W
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