Meeting my cousins in Swindon and we take a trip to one of England's most famous sites
Thursday 25 Aug 11 - Friday 26 Aug 11 16 °C
Morgan and Lowri, two of my youngest cousins, spotted me as I passed through the ticket barriers at Swindon, and gave me a very warm welcome.
Aunt Alison gave us a lift back and I learnt that Morgan had very kindly given me his room for the night. I said hello to Uncle Richard and Iuean, the eldest of the siblings, and got down to business, playing soccer and jumping on the trampoline in the yard with the young uns.
After a lovely dinner, I went with Iuean to the cinema, where he bought us a ridiculously huge bag of popcorn as we sat down to watch ‘The Inbetweeners Movie’, a film based on a UK television show that I’d never heard of nor seen, but I quickly got the hang of it and it was good fun without being at all realistic.
Richard had taken the following day off work to show me around, and unfortunately the weather wasn’t looking good. We had a slow start to the morning, playing pool in the living room, before jumping in the car bound for Stonehenge.
We passed through Avebury on the way, another mysterious, larger stone circle, as well as a huge man-made hill that would have glistened white centuries ago – again, no one knows why this was built.
We had a brief stop at Woodhenge, a ‘henge’ made of wood, obviously, rather than stone. And then we finally reached Stonehenge, and I marvelled at the iconic picture, as the audio guide explained to us its possible origins and guessed at the methods of construction. It really is a strange place, but certainly powerful, and with the dark clouds in the sky behind, slightly menacing.
The other excitement was the car crash, which probably happened as one car was turning into the Stonehenge car park as another went straight through. It can’t have been more than forty metres away from us, but we were sheltered by a fence and trees, and didn’t see any of it. It says something about human nature that plenty of visitors turned their backs to the magnificent structure and watched the drama of the crash unfold instead.
On our way back to the car the rain lashed down, nearly as heavy as Sri Lankan rain at its worst, and we dried off by the heater as we continued our drive to Salisbury.
Famous for its huge 13th Century cathedral, Salisbury is a nice little town, similar to Frome and Bradford On Avon in the feel of history. We had a great Italian lunch and had a look at the cathedral, unfortunately not going inside because of an ongoing funeral.
But we’d still seen a lot over the afternoon, and we drove back to Swindon satisfied.
In the evening Morgan and I took their lumbering dog Fergus for a quick walk, and then let ourselves in to the local leisure club and had a long hit of table tennis. But again, all good things must come to an end. I had a train to Cardiff to catch, and Rich kindly dropped me at the train station to go ‘home’ to my other family.