Stone Temple Pilot
By Stoney Littleton Long Barrow 3400-2400 BCE/Easter Monday 2007 CE
The deep silence after a long ride is intoxicating. As opposed to alienating you, riding a motorbike actually sensitizes you to nature. To take off your helmet, feel the wind on your face, the sun on your back after being cooped up and cooking in leathers, to take off your boots and stretch your legs. It’s a wonderful feeling. One experiences the mild euphoria of the pilgrim. It’s a great way to travel and an even better way to arrive. After a tiring return from my trip (wrong turnings, draining energy) I parked up and, crossing the little foot-bridge over the brook, climbed the hill to the long barrow – and just lay back in the grass by the entrance swirling with ammonites, savouring the ecstatic song of the skylark, the deep peace, the ancient landscape, with I, like an astronaut marooned in the Stone Age, sprawled next to it. My time as a bard on a bike had begun.
(written after visiting Stoney Littleton Long Barrow on way back from Mells Daffodil Fayre)
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