Years ago, whaddya do? Drive out of London for the ROLLRIGHT STONES. Set up with a few tarps, grill venison on ye olde homely fire pit, drink a few Hackney Spritzers and then go to the stones as the Moon waxes full.
And there they were, us and the ancient stones themselves, shining in the silvery light of the moon, so ghostly Selene. Witch way? But no Wild Hunt. No UFOs. No ghosts. No portals to another time and space, or were there? Maybe not so fast.
Mr. Winwood sings about it in his acclaimed song:
Rock on kids,
LSP
Although mostly Scots-Irish, my ancestors managed not to pass on "feelings" for circles of stones or mushrooms.
ReplyDeleteWinwoo is a hell of a talent. Spencer Davis Group, Blind Faith, Traffic and more I'm sure. I still enjoy those tunes.
ReplyDeleteThere's a thing with these old stones, Sgt.
ReplyDeleteThat in mind, off we went, back many years ago, to see what was going on at Rollright. Massively good fun.
He sure was, Kid. A nice guy, too.
ReplyDeleteAs long as there were no hippies! You know how hippies love stones. Speaking of hippies I did my first post today in 3 1/2 years. How often will I post? I don't think I can do the volume I did before but maybe once a week or a few times a month sounds good.
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