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It is difficult to convey exactly the experiences I had at Avebury during the Autumn Equinox, but here are some of the component parts. I had a great time there. Excellent people, excellent weather, and of course Avebury is such a beautiful place. Kim ("mad as a bag of frogs", cosmic poet and keyboard virtuoso extraordinaire) is in residence there quite a bit. Most of the unexplained references are down to him in one way or another!

Hail to those proud pagans the frog invites to his spiritual home.
Upper Magic Wood, where the Green Meanies are free to roam.
Time drifts slowly through the tall branches of the mighty Beech.
A brew of leaves in just four hours if the rizzlas are in reach.

The spirits are dancing through the feathers around the offering tree.
Smiling faces around the fire are still tasting their first cup of tea.
Mists rise up over the stones and the sound of bells drifts to the wood.
The passing of rhyme in the cosmic poetry means all is understood.

The sun casts stone shadows on the grass that keeps the sheep well fed.
The druids pick through the crumbs of a National Trust hash cake instead.
Excellent people in extravagant hats all bimble past the Avebury bazaar.
A bus on the hour outside the Red Lion takes care of those without a car.

Excited tourists marvel at colourful people with ribbons in their hair.
But it's those in black and candlelight that make me stop and stare.
Arthur stands noble with sword in hand, as others drink beer from horns.
A fair lady sits floating beside him, with her upper arm ringed in thorns.

The Court Jester mingles with his charm being charged like a battery.
The fast-handed young man found his other half with such flattery.
Fair maids dancing circles round the stones did cut the outer ditch.
Careful, as ladies with such powers are not mistaken for a witch.

But never underestimate the power of a banana in well-trained hands.
Or the way in which a candle can bring forth fire from darkened sands.
To a stash of biscuits and long-bread, just add rice and macaroni cheese.
A diet fit for "Kings of The Ridgeway" to keep warm in the evening breeze.

And so to Magic Wood we return just three months further on our quest.
Where magic blocks in metal tins put our unsteady legs to the test.
Away from time, away from home, restful sleep floats in upon the breeze.
I long to be again sometime with my friends in those enchanted trees.