We went on another ride out today. It was another chance to join my friend with the Scram 411 before he returns to work next week. The RE is just about run in so we could up the speed slightly. It had been agreed that our next trip would be to Wiltshire to lunch at one of a couple of my favourite destinations. It was pure chance that 21st of June had been chosen, the first day of a rail strike, but I had also forgotten that it was also the Solstice.
We came south through Royal Wootton Bassett and Broad Town to the Avebury road. As we rolled through Avebury I could see that the place had begun to look like a fortress. There were police no parking cones for a mile and a half in every direction. The village centre itself looked worse with high wire mesh barriers to the Red Lion car park with security persons at a gap for access and a barrier towards the shops and museum areas. It looked like they were getting ready to repel some sort of invasion!
We carried on south past East Kennet and to one of my chosen pubs. When we arrived it was quiet with just a few people sat at the shaded tables outside the pub on a well kept lawn. We ordered drinks and food and sat down to enjoy an ideal location in glorious weather.
We had been eating and talking for nearly an hour when the first of the vans (older, plain painted and unmarked) started to arrive. The first couple sat on a table not far from us, and then it started; f*****g this, and shut your *****! As my mate commented, he didn’t need to look round to know what the young lady swearing looked like. They appeared to be of the ‘diggery haired smack heads’ fraternity arriving in the area for the Solstice celebrations. No not all are like that, but there’s is an element who give them a bad name. I know, I did attend Stonehenge a few years back and saw a few at that event.
We decided to leave for pastures new. We rode west along the A4 and as we rode past Silbury Hill we saw that the car park there was also barriered off with security staff sat in a car and signs saying ‘tow away zone’. I can’t help but wonder what foreign visitors think when they see our ‘world heritage sites’ barriered off to deter a potential hoard of scaliwags?

Maybe they have been prewarned to avoid the area at this time.
On a lighter note we met a Spanish family who were looking for the crop circles!

My friend has some local knowledge and I have visited a few in years gone by, so we did our best to describe the sort of landscape to look, but we were unaware of any actual examples this year. Tourism is alive and well in darkest Wiltshire!
