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Could not resist one more local trip before setting off for France. I guess the photo's of wonderful Avebury stones says why. Beautiful weather. Very cold but invigorating all the same.
The snow added a different dimension and depth to the thought process stimulated by walking within this ancient history.
Touching with your hands the large stones of Kennett Long Barrow while with your mind imagining the hands that originally positioned them 5500 years ago. Well; it humbled me as it placed me firmly in this cycle of eternal life and letting go of life.
Sadie, as always, was my snug and warm haven waiting in the car park. The kettle was soon boiling for a welcome cup of tea and my favourite choccy Oaty Morrissons own biscuit. What will I do in foreign climes without them. Onto the shopping list .... x 3!
Ashton Keynes, and a quiet stroll around the pretty back streets with Tanya.
A village warm in my heart with lots of accompanying walks into the adjacent Cotswold Water Park.
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