Have camera will travel

Up at at ’em and on the coach at 8:00. Of to Glastonbury to visit old hippies. Or should I say New Age people. There is also a ruined Abbey there as well.
We got there around 9:30 and stayed about an hour. We wandered the Abbey first, looking at all the really old stuff. Today is the day for really old stuff, after this stop we will go to Stonehenge.
After wandering the Abbey ground, we went our into the street and walked around, well actually we didn’t walk around so much as walk toward a bakery that Dylan told us we should go to.
We got sandwiches to eat later for lunch. Then we wandered about, found an old church down one of the side streets took some photos. You can tell this is an old hippy hangout. Lots of old people with long stringy hair.
Back to the coach, and low and behold there was a little shop, the same bakery as we went to earlier. Because we were so good in the first shop, I went into the second one. While I was walking towards the little bakery, some of the other were yelling “It’s closed!”, I said “darn tourists!”
Anyway, back on the coach and away to Stonehenge. A 2 hour drive, some of it through small villages across the acient Salibury Plain. A tourist trap, lots of coachs and buses and people milling about.
We got in line and went in as a group, under the road from the visitor centre side to the stone side. Dylan said the first thing you would say was, “I thought they were bigger”. We had to walk around them on a track, so we couldn’t get close. They didn’t look that big, but I bet if you stood next to them they would be. I bet they were about 20 ft tall.
After we wandered about we went back over to the other side and had our lunch at a picnic table. It was a little on the cool side even for us Canadians.
Back on the coach and our last 2 hours of the tour – driving back into London.
Great tour, good people, good times.
What a mess at the hotel, another tour just pulled up before us. So about 70 people milling about trying to get checked in. One guy had forgotten to take out his hotel voucher, so he had his suitcase open and was flaying through it on the sidewalk, with everyone trying to get around him. There were a lot of not happy people on his tour.
We got checked in without a problem, and up to the room. We waited a while for the luggage, but decided it would be faster if we went and got it. Right decision. A little orgainzation and then out and about to find something to eat. We met up with some others in the lobby, chatted with our Tour Guide, who hadn’t left yet, and then out onto the street.
My favorite pub was full, so we went in search of another one. We found The Grazing Goat, and in we went. We all ordered a hamburger, becasue we are all tired of chicken. We discussed the tour and the people, and then wandered out onto Oxford Street – it was humming for a Friday night.
Back to the hotel to organize our suitcases, throw out the many papers we have collected, and just chill.
Tomorrow the plane home.