I know my blog posts are dwindling but I've not really been doing much of anything exciting and have been busy with school work. But on Thursday I took a short trip to Avebury with some friends from church. It was great to get out of town and spend time with people. And sheep. And rocks.
Avebury is a henge monument containing three LARGE stone circles. (Similar to Stonehenge). We also went to West Kennet Long Barrow (or neolithic burial tomb).
I'll open this blog with one of my favorite pictures. There is a giant barley field surrounding the Barrow. The day had been warm and full of sunshine. Towards the afternoon a few clouds were rolling in and I loved the contrast of the barley, green grass and grey skies.
This second picture is the opening to the Barrow. It's believed that the construction on it began around 3600 BC. It was excavated around 1859 and discovered remnants of at least 46 burials. You can walk in the front part of the barrow and walk into several small chambers.
This is me resting against one of the rocks lining the entrance to the barrow.
The picture on the left is me standing in the center of one of the henge circles which also happens to be a sheep pasture. The tiny little village of Avebury is behind me. This picture reminded me of the picture of me from Zurich last October. There's something about me standing with an open field behind me that makes me look like I'm really standing in a booth and the scenery is CGI..
The circle of rocks is very large, large enough that the little village was built in the center of the circle, so you can't get a good photo of the rocks like at Stonehenge, but here is me with some of the rocks in the back ground. And if you ever wonder why most of my photo's have me cut off at the legs it's not because I'm ashamed of my legs. It's because I always wear tennis shoes and I choose to cut them out of the photo's. :)
There are not many shops in the village. Maybe five? Quaint.
And we'll close the blog post with a second of my favorite photo's from the trip. Sheep. They are completely unfazed by the hundreds of tourist trampling through their pasture.