The drive to the home of the Old Bard was pretty easy and wandered through the lamplit town in search of a good English pub meal. The drive the next day through the pretty town of Bourton on the Water was long but lovely. A stop in Bath was an enjoyable break and I once again enjoyed the visit to the Roman baths – felt like I was getting ready for the Italian escape
I had been reading in the English and Aus papers of the sonar work around the Henge. Since my last visit to the monolith rocks a whole new visitor centre had opened and the landscape was being redeveloped so the feeling of the place would not be interrupted by a dirty great big highway through the middle. You could still see the highway in the distance but the trip to Stonehenge was now via a bus. Obama had visited a few days before and it was lovely to have the place with far less visitors. It was late in the day so we wandered in the waning light and drunk in the magnificence of the rocks.
There was a moment’s temptation as we passed the tunnel to take the turn to Paris but work called the next morning. I had read reports of Gravesend being one of the worst places to live in the UK but it was seriously fine. A great days work and then the drive to Gatwick for the Italian escape.
Sleeping under the stars 