i've sat my nippers up on some of the stones at Avebury i've been doing it since they were splibs.
last year i was 'oiking two of my nippers louis 'eight then and Scarlett 'six then up the side of the Devils Chair, they were hardly going to climb it its a fucking monster, they just wanted to be high up alongside it. Camden my other'n was waiting his turn.
anyway some guy came over to me and told me to get my kids off the stone. he had his girlfriend with him and it more than struck me that it was all for affect, a short argument ensued and it was as he was walking away he said over his shoulder 'Don't ruin it for the rest of us'.
Man if i didn't have my hands full of nippers i'd have given him a lesson in respect. the little upstart. you can tell the short haired longhairs a mile off.
he fucked my head for a long time and i didn't visit the place for a year because of the bad vibe and i've never left there with a bad vibe.
i've got nothing but respect for all things Neolithic and so do my children.
i don't allow them to climb the stones anymore, it would've been a natural progression anyway weather the pseudo hippie had stuck his oar in or not.
i guess what i'm saying is that my kids'll take their kids'll take their kids, like my Dad and Mum took me.
to quote withnail and i "they're sellin' hippie wigs in Woolworths now"
as you might gather it still sticks in my craw.