a man of medicine… and a warrior

Approaching the attended gate

now we are all equal

always hoping to see him frowning down on me

bring a hunger for the outdoors

conscripted into the fyrd

pastry crumbs on his face

I stand up and gruffly shout at the gulls

our wounded have been placed around the market cross

His wife shouts from below….

There are lessons to be learnt…

Brits are a happy jovial people….

we gut the fish and throw them in….

whales can be seen swimming…

why did people live here?…

pay my respects to the pubs…

our final destination being the abandoned mines that sit on the cliffs

Living in this area afforded me plenty of…..

four or five jugs of the pubs own brew are….

still enjoy taking people to ‘see the stones’ at Avebury