Squelching in a Field

It is of course Bank Holiday weekend. And so we thought we'd kick the weekend off with a trip to that old favourite Beaker vicinity, the Rollright Stones. What would be nicer, we thought, than standing up on the ridge, with the mystical yet strangely worm-eaten stones, and looking out across the valley. Maybe even nip over to the King Stone and see if we can see Long Compton?

What would be nicer, given the three or four inches of rain that fell, could be almost anything. Drenched grass, soaking Beaker People, damp matches with which we totally failed to light any saturated tea lights. Total lack of spiritual feelings. And if you're not going to get any nice spiritual feelings, what's the point of religion at all?

In the event, we had to lose a lot of our planned activities. Rolling downhill in barrels was cancelled. The Beaker Fertility Folk declared there was no way they would be heading off into the long grass. And the planned ceremony of laying on the grass looking up at the sky was seriously compromised. So we huddled in the coach and ate our organic wholemeal probiotic self-affirming sandwiches. Which were damp and horrible.

However, Hnaef claims, in a major geological breakthrough, to have discovered evidence that the ancient Beaker People who erected the Rollright Stones were definitely Anglicans. For reference, see the picture here which is definitely, in Hnaef's opinion, a Neolithic font.

On the way home, we saw a beautiful rainbow. And, unusually, given the light conditions, we saw where the end came to the ground. Where, you may be asking yourself, in our magical trip out to see this ancient monument, would the rainbow have come to earth? In the coffee factory in Banbury, that's where. On the whole, not a great day.