Cherished readers,
Yesterday, we decided to go and visit that ancient and mystical artifact, Stonehenge. Getting there posed something of a problem, as the bus we were to catch decided to pass us by—how rude! After wandering around a cemetery for a while, we called a cab to drive us to Bristol Parkway Rail Station. The changeover to another train at Temple Meads ended up being a longer wait than we had planned, so we stopped for refreshments and a lengthy game of connect the dots. The trip itself was a lovely winding tour of the countryside. We saw cows and sheep and even a few pigs! We also made up a game to keep ourselves amused—a sort of modified Pictionary, in which one of us drew something with her eyes closed and the other attempted to guess at its nature.
Once Salisury Station, we got seats on a tour bus to take us to Stonehenge some 9 miles away. The landscape there is beautiful and windswept and absolutely covered in what I later learned were Eurasian jackdaws—birds closely related to crows, but with a grayish colour to their napes. Coming up upon Stonehenge was strange; when you have been exposed to photos of something all your life, seeing it in person is always a little disenchanting. For one there are too many people around for one to imagine a hauntingly empty landscape with the strains of ancient music carrying over Salisbury Plain, and for another, it always looks smaller than you imagined. This was certainly the case for Stonehenge, as it was for me when I first saw the Sistine Ceiling. After spending some time observing Stonehenge from all its angles whilst being guided by a disembodied voice, we took the bus back into Salisbury for afternoon tea, then set off at a brisk pace for the train station. Diana, as she has so often done this trip, fell asleep immediately upon being seated, and I, bored, drew a miniature of her, sleeping.
Dinner that night was a group effort: my cousins and I went out to the garden to pick lettuce for salad and sage for the ravioli; I washed said lettuce; my sister chopped carrots; Ellie cut cabbage; Charlotte made a Caprese salad. My aunt and uncle, back from Italy just that afternoon, took care of the rest. It was all in all, quite a production.
Always,
A
Sight unseen doodles
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