Stonehenge

I quote Johann "If I owned a travel agency I could advertise it and say I can't guarantee smooth sailing but it will definitely be an unforgettable experience!!" (No trip that Johann has ever been involved in planning has run quite according to the script)

On 10 December 2004 we took a train from London to Salisbury, rented bicycles and pedalled to Shrewton, 15kms away. Angela did her impression of an amble on wheels, pedalling for 5 metres and then resting for 5 minutes afterwards

He's always grumpy in the mornings

Why are we awake, it's still dark?

Mandela bust at Waterloo

Alle kaartjies!

Angela doing breakfast

Johann boarding the train to Salisbury

Angela ready to hit the road

This is far too much hard work

Shrewton in the distance

Ancient jail

Our local pub in Shrewton

We stayed in a quaint bed and breakfast in Shrewton called ‘Maddington House’, but otherwise the town’s only claim to fame is its proximity to Stonehenge.

Our Bed and Breakfast

In the absence of chimneys, windows will do

Angela practising horse whispering

Nice horsey...

The following day we took a taxi to Stonehenge and spent the whole day walking the Wiltshire countryside. Johann reckons the Stonehenge is really the remains of a prehistoric rondavel, but the English Heritage Society did not appreciate his input. Whatever its original purpose, Stonehenge presents an eerie, mystical sight, the wonder of which haunts the memory long after one has visited it.

Johann waiting to buy tickets

Johann rondavel-gazing

Frozen lovebirds

Angela listening to the history of Stonehenge

Stonehenge mutton

Johann sharing his donut with the local population

Hiring a taxi for our bicycles

Salisbury Cathedral