The No.49 rattles and rambles its way along twisting country lanes, past ancient stones, steady as she goes towards the fingertips of Swindon’s 19th century brickwork and Brunel’s sprawling Great Western Engineering Works.
Without mechanical cranes and our 21c diamond cutting tools to chisel, these megalithic stones are still a sight to behold, 4000 years after they were plunged into the Wiltshire earth.
I marvel every time I pass by or stop off at Avebury, the circle and ramparts older than Stonehenge by another 800years. No offence to the big stones down the road, but this place tops it for me. Where else in the world can I sup a pint, and sit within the embrace of a circle of hand cut stones, left to contemplate like all the others that wander around just what they were set up for.
I’ll send my answers back home on a postcard, bought from the crouching little village store - that also sells stamps too.
Avebury Henge and Stone Circles