Roll Away the Stone

I woke up with a thick head, gritty eyes and feeling exhausted this morning as there was an all night party/ rave in the field adjacent to our motorhome campsite. My sternum is still rattling.The incessant booming started about 4 pm on Saturday and continued until 10 am this morning, and I'm just too old for all night parties now. We were only about an hour from home and I would have been tempted to break camp and drive home if we hadn't been sampling further wares from the Hook Norton Brewery plus half a bottle of wine each. Grrrr.

On the way home we stopped at the Rollright Stones which are on the site of religious and pagan shenanigans since about 1800 BC. Judging by the racket next to us last night, pagan goings on are fairly common in these parts.