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Yes, thank you. Feeling much better. I essentially slept the entire day away and I think I’m all done.

Hm. Actually, there’s more information in the caption of that guy’s photo.

Glad you’re feeling better.

Cow Circle, Stone Circle, Drum Circle is the obvious progression so you’re right to blame hippies.

Glad you’ve reaffirmed that a Sweasel > a virus/creeping-crud.

I always bet that hippies are irresponsible, and I am winning in that account.

Glad you’re feeling better!

Seems we’ve taken considerably large steps backwards in stone-circle construction quality from the old days eh?

We saw some pretty cool ones in Ireland (not to mention that bigger one in southern England), but they were all Bronze Age. Or so we were told.

Evidently “Extraction of sandstone” is worthy of complaint as a breach of Planning. The govt doc says “that sandstone had been extracted from the land and used to create a stone circle monument. Site visit carried out which indicated that some earthworks appeared to have taken place. Letter sent to the landowner requesting details of the activities undertaken and the matter is under consideration.”

So, for digging up some sandstone from what I assume is his own property and building an artsy-fartsy cow circle with it I guess the poor hippie is to be drawn and quartered. Pity.

My gawd that hippie must have some dosh. Did you see the house next to it and since it didn’t look like there were walls mebbe his land?

The genuine natives will always view the wheel as a newfangled fad that excites Roman invaders. A wheel to a Brit is like twerking to an Amish.

19 stones? That’s a lunar cycle, apparently.

http://parabook.wordpress.com/2010/09/25/numerology-stonehenge/

Uncle Al, the person responsible for the stone circle isn’t exactly a hippy. He’s a very wealthy landowner. The county council weren’t bothered about him constructing the stone circle but they were contacted by some local busybody who suspected that he had opened a quarry which would have needed planning permission. A council officer inspected the site and reported “No quarry. No problem”

It’s rather too perfect a circle, isn’t it. But a rich folly is still fun.

A whole lot of the land around here is SSSI — Sites of Special Scientific Interest. Either because it is strongly suspected that it’s rich in archeological magic just under the surface, or because it’s important to a lot of the rare wildlife in the area. Particularly ground-nesting birds. It means you can’t sneeeze on the land without government permission.

The freedom-loving ‘Merkin hard-line libertarian wingnut in me cringes at this, but to be honest, I’m glad. It *is* awesome around here, and developers would LOVE to come down here and start building crap housing for illegal immigrants (they have done around the edges).

If I have to join forces with the hippies to keep this place from looking like Brooklyn — so be it.

Most likely a landowner hoping to extract cash from low-information tourists.

BTW: do you have sites in England like the ‘Mystery Spot’ in Santa Cruz, California? Or is it all just pagan ruins and haunted castles?

Perhaps Badger House needs its own standing stones monument. A winking stoat, maybe. Or a prehistoric chicken?

We’ve discussed some sort of wire chicken, in honor of Lucia.

I’ve been in Hobby Lobby several time in the past few weeks, and I’m amazed at how popular chickens are as a decorating motif. Chicken print fabric and linens, chicken statuary and lamps, chicken tableware (multiple designs), wall art, et cetera.

Re: chicken wire. There is a boot shop nearby that has a beautiful saguaro cactus made out of chicken wire. It’s big, too. Ceiling high, and about 6 ft. wide, with white silk flowers wired onto the cactus arms. Very creative and nicely done.

Hmm-m-m…

That fella’s Flickr caption makes mention of Sire Paul and his studios at yon windmill – p’raps some of his latter-day friends came a-visiting, and he wanted to give ’em a bit of a giggle, like. Set up some stone bits, give ’em something to dance about in the moonlight, or some such…

Ah, well, doesn’t seem to be bothering the cows overmuch.

Back in the Victorian day in these currently-united States, it once was said that just about anything could be done in public, so long as it was done with style, and didn’t frighten the horses. So, there’s that, then…

A wire chicken, as tribute to Lucia – somewhat a propos. Maybe make it large enough that the late lady-chook’s former companions in the flock might roost – making it a sort of “living monument”, you might say?

I think I posted about Sir Paul’s windmill before. He’s a neighbor. He’s not terribly popular, though.

Why not?

STOATHENGE! It’s perfect. All we need is stone and some gullible hippie types…

Although “The Giant Chicken of Camber” does have a certain ring…