At nineteen, I was a punk activist living in a squatting community in the North of England. It was a vibrant radical community, of artists, healers, and musicians. Noteworthy is Chumbawamba, of 'Tubthumping' fame, they lived in a mansion-sized squat and were an integral part of our community. Our squats were the antithesis of the rats and squalor; some folks conjure when they hear the word. We were nationally organized and an intelligent solution to the housing crisis of the time. Our houses, gardens, and community well looked after.
Read MoreThe somatic reaction to the sight of the first standing stone is intense. Hedgerows obscure the view as we twist and wind our way towards Avebury Village. Without warning a monumental diamond shaped stone juts into the road. The majestic rock balances gracefully on its slim base, shallowly buried in the earth. The asphalt road severs the tail of the megalithic monument; we travel through it, not around it.
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to connect to the land and my Celtic ancestors
through stones circles, sacred sites and the path of the Mabinogion.
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