Those who witnessed the dawn are fading gradually<\/p>\n
Some remain in small communities under the decorated trees<\/p>\n
Temperatures are in the nineties<\/p>\n
Everything is busy but still<\/p>\n
From my vantage I can hear pan pipes mixed lightly with heavy rock<\/p>\n
People are dancing near the stones and chanting ancient words<\/p>\n
Whose meanings were lost over a thousand years ago<\/p>\n
I am going to buy the shit out of the shop Without any money We have no money Their excitement evaporates and the barefoot trio return to the shady tree<\/p>\n I have five pounds I have ten Do not waste it on alcohol<\/em><\/p>\n Soft drinks and chilled water You are turning into a square Mike Somebody has to be sensible Their words fade as they walk slowly along the rough chalk path towards the village<\/p>\n Wiltshire is known as a county of harsh landscapes but today she is benign<\/p>\n So very benign<\/p>\n Her fields stretch out as far as the eye can see<\/p>\n Some are being harvested<\/p>\n Others simmer in the heat of the day<\/p>\n I decide to walk to Silbury which is about a mile distant<\/p>\n \u00a0My journey will necessitate the climbing of a shallow hill<\/p>\n This is the Hill of Sudden Dreams<\/p>\n Summw The buzz bees say as they swarm without malice over the warm wheat fields<\/p>\n Summw I do not understand the language of bees<\/p>\n Summw Bees do not have a language As I sit on the descending path<\/p>\n I look at Silbury in the haze<\/p>\n She is as fecund as she always is<\/p>\n \u00a0But today she seems more fertile<\/p>\n I would like to roll my hand over her swollen belly<\/p>\n And drink from her milky breasts<\/p>\n Open your eyes now and return to the small village through the avenue of stones<\/em><\/p>\n I hear these words on the summer breeze<\/p>\n Do you know what is down that road sir<\/em><\/p>\n There are a few more stones but really<\/em>\u00a0there is not much more to see<\/em><\/p>\n Can you recommend anything else We have walked around the stone so many times In this heat My sister is mad All Canadians are mad Is it always this hot in the UK?<\/em><\/p>\n No this is quite exceptional Usually it is 23 or 24 in June<\/em><\/p>\n Not 34 degrees as it is today I was told that it rains a lot in the UK Maybe that is true for the northern counties but the south normally remains dry The taller of the two sisters points to 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soon<\/p>\n With its public school and wide high street<\/p>\n Where I will change buses for the last time<\/p>\n And travel through the dark Savernake Forest<\/p>\n Towards the sleepy town of Hungerford<\/p>\n Where I will rest tonight<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Those who witnessed the dawn are fading gradually Some remain in small communities under the decorated trees Temperatures are in the nineties Everything is busy but still From my vantage I can hear pan pipes mixed lightly with heavy rock People are dancing near the stones and chanting ancient words Whose meanings were lost over 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