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Then the Druids lined up for their procession, two abreast. ‘The answer, my
friend’ stopped blowing in the wind, and a section of the wired-off crowd, almost invisible
behind the floodlights, began alively and un-friendly rendering of ‘Oh, oh, the Hokey Cokey’
as the Druids began their ceremonial walkabout.
As they formed and re-formed in no doubt highly symbolical groupings, snatches of their
liturgy came floating through the mist.
It seemed predictable stuff. ‘Came from the All-High in the golden age when the mysteries
were revealed.
...’‘Right leg out and shake it
all about...’