Avebury

A fast train to Swindon, whence buses were leaving to many places I knew only by name. Arrived in Avebury with an hour to spare, which gave plenty of time to explore the Henge and St James’s church. I was heading towards the B&B on a field path when I heard the church bells ringing, and hurried back in case there was evening prayer. It was lovely – no organized service, but several were praying silently, so I joined them for a good start to what may be something of a pilgrimage after all.

There are three other walkers staying at the B&B, and I’m going back to Avebury with them for dinner in the pub.