Onto Stonehenge. Underwhelming. Sorry to anyone with English roots! There they were just in the middle of nowhere in this big field, with hundreds of tourists doing this strange thing - walking this circle around them. All lost to me. What do you think?
Onto something a little more constructive - a visit to Salisbury Cathedral. A bonus, the children's choir was practicing.
Back to Geoff and Catherine's for a nice home cooked meal and a real treat of fresh blackberries that Geoff and Catherine had been out and picked while we were doing the touristy thing. Took me back to the days as a young person when our church youth group would pick wild blackberries and sell them off as a fundraiser.
And so ends another day. Tomorrow we head for London.
We set off this morning, from Peasedown St John, to the village of Clutton, where we believed Paul's great, great, great grandfather was buried. After some searching we drew a blank, even after being told by a local, cutting through the church yard, where the church key was so we could check "the book" in the church. Another blank, so move on we did. Headed to a place called "Cheddar" - the home of cheddar cheese. Through Cheddar Gorge and into the quaint village. Pretty place and we enjoyed sampling some cheeses. Moving on we had planned to visit the village of Tetbury but the satellite navigation system wouldn't cooperate and we had trouble reading the two maps (!) so aborted that attempt and headed to Stonehenge. Interesting that on our way across the back lanes we came across a "ploughing match". Fascinating. Farmers and their machinery gathered in a "field", ploughing a big patch of dirt and then judged on various techniques. All very interesting.