The Red Lion is a bt of a joke when it comes to accomodation and, erm, flies in vinegar.
But it is the only pub inside a stone circle, and a few weeks ago at Lammas, I sat outside with all the 'pagans' (they used to be called crusties) singing 'Hoof And Horn' and there's nowhere in the world I'd rather have been.
Wish I was there now!
Avebury rocks!