Norwegian-American, Writer, Mom, Catholic, Wife, Soldier, Redneck, Photographer, Republican, Historian, Logger…(this list is not in any particular order, nor is it all encompassing). The definition of me refuses to be packaged neatly in a box. My writing desires to fly out in countless directions to explore the world or at least my world.
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Dover and Stonehenge
The day after
Hampton Court, we packed up our bags, drug them to the train, and set out for
Dover to pick up a rental car.We chose
to do this to be able to bypass London traffic and to see the cliffs.Though we had many challenges with driving
and navigating, I am happy with our choice.
At the Dover
train station, we hailed a cab.In my
research, I knew that the Enterprise car rental from the train was towards the
channel and to the right, the Avis driver turned to the left.However, since I didn't "know" the
area, I figured when he turned right, he knew what he was doing.He pulled into Hertz.Hum….We backtracked and ended going in the left.The trip ended up being a little over five
pounds.I believe he finagled another
pound from us by going the "wrong" way.
The mechanic at
Avis insisted we drive up to the Castle and to a museum in the little town of
Dover.The three of us acted
interested.Normally, I would be game to
see the local interests, but our mission was to attempt to see three sights:
the Cliffs of Dover, Stonehenge, and Glastonbury Abbey.Our time in Dover was limited.Our first stop after getting the car was at a
car park next to a trail that led up the white cliffs.
I soaked up the
salty air of the English Channel and grinned as I looked out across the waves
and saw the French coast.Ships crossed
the water.I longed to be on one coming
from the continent to have the cliffs grow in size as we sailed closer.I love to sail.Another day.
France in the Distance
As it was, I
enjoyed stretching out my legs on the dirt path, instead of concrete.Horses grazed above above the trail and the
castle stood off on a hill across from us.
I could have
spent the entire day roaming the area.The
cliffs, though beautiful, failed to meet my expectations.Most of the stunning shots of the cliffs come
from the channel.A few other specific
spots run along the cliffs other photos to capture the majestic lines.With our limited time, I wasn't able to find
those spots.Instead, we jumped back into
the car for our next sight.
After making one
or two wrong turns, signing and roundabouts equaled our Achilles heal, we
pulled into the car park for Stonehenge after passing a turn off for a military
installation.I would love to stop to see a British fort.Again, another day.
I had thought we
would see Stonehenge from the motorway or even the car park, but we had to be
bused to the area.I sat on the seat,
bouncing along on the dirt road, in anticipation of seeing the ancient
marvel.As the bus came to a stop, I
looked over and the stones greeted us from about a quarter of a mile away.Stepping off the bus, the wind blew over the
green grass.Sheep grazed off to the
right in a field.A couple people walked
across the grass up to the fence to gaze at the stones.Some people must not like paying the fee to
walking along the path that formed a half circle around the giant rocks.Of course, walking through the stones would
be phenomenal, but really, with all the tourists, I wouldn't have liked to
share.Besides, I was happy that the
lack of traffic kept the grass from being stomped on by all the feet.The sight truly is beautiful.I hoped to feel a moving of spirits, but I
felt nothing.My attention turned to the
In all my
readings of gothic romances, rooks are mentioned often.The two attendants of the sight fed the birds
as the visitors wandered around.We
stopped to chat with them.The black
birds are rooks.I have finally seen
them.Nothing out of the ordinary, but
now I have a real idea of the feathered creatures.The other bird being fed is called a European
Starling.These little guys have the
most lovely coloring.I enjoyed snapping
pictures of them.
European Starling, what a beauty.
also explained to us the line of vehicles on a dirt road off to the side.Many druids and pagans come to the
sight.Since they come for religious
purposes, they are allowed to park on the road for up to two hours.They have to leave but can come back later in
the day.During the solstice, they are
given free access to the stones to perform their rituals.I was fascinated by all of this."Can regular people come at this time to
witness the rituals?" I asked, realizing the "regular people"
was a bit rude.She thought that would
probably be possible.How much fun would
that be?I would love to see it.A friend thinks we should dress up as druids
Druids and Pagans
about the area, my sister pointed out a square cement section in one of the
rocks.Come to find out, weather and
possibly man created extensive erosion of one of the rocks, creating a big
hole.Back in the fifties or sixties, a
person took a picture of a couple of people having a picnic inside the
rock.To stop further erosion and
potential danger of people being crushed, the cement was poured.We also learned that during the Tudor age a
common practice of taking pieces of the rock home caused further erosion.The guide said the Tudors had a lot to be
reprimanded for which I would learn more of that the next day of our trip.
Back at the car
park, my sister pointed out a beautiful sight.Two tracked military vehicles drove up the road and past us.Yay!I
love tracked vehicles and always feel a tug of my heart strings.The worst part of being retired is that I
will never have the chance to drive them again.I will say, if I ever win the lottery or make it big as a writer, I
would be mighty tempted to buy a piece of land and a tank.Oh, the fun I could have!Instead, I drooled as they drove by and I
snapped a couple of pictures.