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Let's lift the mood a little. What's the daftest thing you've ever done when out at the stones?

Whilst out and about yesterday I drove past a sign to a ring fort. So I drove down the lane and saw a farmer turning hay in a field. I walked over to him passed the time of day, exchanged brief life stories, discussed the lovely weather and then started to ask, "Can you tell me where the ring ...." It was at this point that I realised the field we were in was extremely round.

The farmer, realising that I had clicked, just pointed downwards and smiled.

Ok, OK, I confess.

I have a small bladder which means I need to micturate more frequently than most people. Thankfully 'shame' and 'dignity' are just words to me so I have no problem with peeing in the great outdoors. (You blokes with more convenient plumbing systems than we girlies don't know how lucky you are!)

Here's the confession: Moth has a rapidly expanding photographic record of his wife peeing NEAR ancient monuments. (Not ON them, you understand, I'm not that disrespectful!)

Moth - if anyone asks for proof, don't show 'em.

Tee hee!!!
J
xx

Bitton barrow last week; Parked opposite "Barrow Cottage" which was situated in small unmade lane. Walked down the field, could'nt find it, then friendly farmer came along and pointed me in the right direction. Got back to the car, enormous lorry delivering to end cottage could'nt get past, driver by my car also the lady who lived in Barrow cottage. She was very excited, had I seen the badgers there, was I coming to excavate the barrow. Luckily the driver was a good natured person even though he had been waiting for ages, and I fled the scene driving backwards down the lane - my weakest driving point...

p.s. the badgers are not being reported to HA for extinction!

Nice post 4W!!

The only ones I can think of off the top o me head both feature bullocks & me leaping ineligantly over barbed wire fences. With no witnesses to observe my ineligance!

Must be some others - I'll think on....

love

Moth

Mine must be losing my car keys inside the chamber of Newgrange on the morning of the Winter Solsice. The guides were very helpful and allowed me back in after they had locked up before the tours started, though I'm not sure they really believed me. They were in such a good mood after the great show that morning and had let us fire off some photos, I'm sure they thought I wanted to get some more. After getting an intimate feel inside the cracks in the bowl of the rear chamber we gave up. When I got back to the car after searching the road I saw to my horror the keys were in the ignition. The alarm fob had broken off and I carried it seperate so even though the keys were inside the car was safely locked. I was in such a hurry to get up to get a look inside after the lucky few had been in to view the solstice that I left them behind!

"Would you and your ladyfriend mind doing that in someone elses field please?"

Late one night at the Nine Stones, I and a friend were asked to explain, (by the local Bobby) why I was carrying a pick axe and a shovel. I explained that we had seen lights in the direction of our vehicle and decided to investigate. Not satisfied with that, he escorted us over the road to the Stones shining his torch in all directions. Once I'd explained what we were really up to, he laughed and bid us farewell. Truth is, he was shitting himself. Embarrassing for him and us, we pissed ourselves laughing.

mike