We awoke to TORRENTIAL rain the morning after Clives party. We were really worried about the camper getting stuck in what was fast becoming slippery clay-ey soil. So we all sort of bleary eyed headed back to ours for a slap up full english. When I say we = Me and G, Anda and Justin and Anke.
It was sometime over breakfast Andrea was talking about how she and Gobs had been to the Silent Circle in Avebury last summer and visited a couple of crop circles. Well, the obvious thing to do was engage her in the conversation, then move on to a different subject before washing up and vegging out for the rainy Sunday. WRONG.
We thought we'd head all the way to Avebury in Wiltshire and see if we could find a croppy. Which we did! It was VERY wet. Wandering around a field of canola (rapeseed) in the rain searching for a freakin' circle was odd. And wet, did I mention it was wet?
See the pics though, it was crazy. Anrchie went absolutely potty in the circles - racing around like an absolute LOONY.
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