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We had watched the ferry moored
as we waited to disembark.
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And its something we do by habit
down south…
Always returning via Avebury.
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We had never thought to do it up north,
until ‘nudged’ ‘cross country to do so…
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Breaking Meg’s sibling embrace,
this time was like a plasma pulse
of realisation.
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Her new ‘tatt’ now shadowing
the line connecting her
with both Callanish and Arbor Low.
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“We had to tie it in!”
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“That’s why we’re here!”
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“It might have been nice to know that before hand?”
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“Where’s the fun in that?”
Naturally…
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Eventually… 😉
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I loved Avebury. And Glastonbury. If I had to enter and exit from somewhere, those would be the places.
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We just try to do what we’re told… 😉
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What a trip! I too would like to be stepping off of that ferry. Well, in my dreams . . .
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