Bill R.
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I decided to have a butcher's at how Neolithic man (and woman 👩! Let us not forget that it's 2025 and someone had to make the tea whilst the blokes dug the hole [Ouch! I call that humour. You may have a different opinion]). Having got off the bus in Winchcombe I followed the signs and set off on my 'pilgrimage'. Be warned, my friends, it's a fairly long way and it's predominantly an uphill journey. Not necessarily a walk in the park on the way down either as one has to continually 'put the brakes on' to stop oneself running away. Very tiring on the calfs, the leg variety, not the offspring of a bull and a cow. The sense of achievement on reaching the Long Barrow is satisfying. Walk around with reverence, don't forget there's deceased people underfoot, not that they'd mind really as they passed millenia ago, their ears and central nervous systems no longer operate. They probable won't even know you popped by to say hello.