Littlestone wrote:
I used to love that little narrow path up to West Kennet Long Barrow; you had to go in single file, and there was something almost processional about it.
Quite agree LS, twas a lovely blog and stired something within...I remember the path too, lined with nettles and other plants in the summer and a muddy 'trench' in the winter.
One year (about 1990) it had snowed quite heavily and the whole path had been covered by a drift. The 'other half' at that time and I decided we would venture to WK and waded to the top through the deep snow. It took ages to get there with me making the first steps in the virgin snow and the G.F. following in them behind, but we were rewarded with a rare view of the landscape. We built a small snowman in front of the barrow and had the place to ourselves for a good while (we were still young at heart then).
Ahhhh those were ther days...as they say.
Avebury and its surrounds has changed dramatically since I first went there in the late 70's and I guess that it will continue to do so until it is either destroyed by man or by nature. It is still my favourite place to be but every year that view changes as more is done to attract and accomadate the tourists.
