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Twenty six centuries of history
A village surrounded by mystery
Touch the stones.
Feel them vibrate?
Resonate?
They do for some people.
Warm to the touch?
Some say so
The pub car park is awash with
German and Dutch bikers;
and
parched midsummer hitch hikers,
travelling to or from Stonehenge,
slake their thirst in the Red Lion Inn -
for this is the village pub,
complete with ghostly resident,
(hardly a precedent)
and the dining room,
with its wood framed chandelier
which shakes unaccountably
whenever the spectre draws near…
It really is quite wonderful here
Sat inside an ancient stone circle
With a pint of beer…
Kevin Wells
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