i used to go to the fields in Wiltshire when the crop circles were in season to feel the breeze on my face and

the crop under my hand to sit upon Silbury Hill and yes i know you are not supposed to but oh what a view! Avebury to the right long barrow to my left i slept in there one night such a peaceful sleep such a hard ground made friends with two strangers one played a didgeridoo it echoed round the chambers we laughed and smiled and slept till the german tourists awoke us at eight in the morning and then that peace was gone some days are like that