Giants' Dance
Welcome one and all to the Real Adventures of Sir Alex of Daw! Today’s adventure takes our hero to Stonehenge and the city of Bath!
Our hero first left for the amazing historical site of Stonehenge early in the morning. His eagerness was felt by those all around him. As his hour ride bus trip came upon the majestic site he was stunned. For as the bus made its way onto the Salisbury Plain, cresting the horizon his gaze was fixated on the site of Stonehenge glowing in the morning sun, a sight our hero will NEVER forget.
As his coach bus pulled into the car park he was amazed as he realized his long awaited dream was about to come true.
As he rose from the underground passage our hero’s eyes widened with awe. His dream had finally come true, he was standing in front of what they called in days of old, the “Giants’ Dance”. He remembers how the old legend went, that Giants dancing in a circle with arms upon one another’s shoulders were frozen to stone. He also remembered the legend that Merlin moved the stones from a mountain top in Ireland to the spot on Salisbury Plain using his magical prowess. Yes our hero, Sir Alex of Daw was in his element. All the magical stories he remembered as a kid flushed his memories, making the circle of stones all that much better.
He circled the Giants’ Dance taking pictures from every angle, so much so that those traveling along side him that day were starting to worry what others thought and abandoned him to his own devices. Did our hero falter, no; he kept on living in the moment.
Realizing that the time restraints set upon him by his tour guide were coming to an end, he took one last long look at the stone structure, not knowing when he would lay eyes upon it again, face downward cast, he made his way to the gift shop and was the last to board the coach to continue his journey to the city of Bath.
Upon the trek from Stonehenge to Bath he learned of a town that his coach passed was a modern day ghost town. The town was once thriving pre WWII, but as the Nazi party became more of a threat, Britain needed a town to practice war games. The British army then came to the town and ordered everyone out. The British Government paid everyone for their property and gave them a deadline. Once the locals moved out, the government moved in and began their war games. Once WWII ended and the town lay waist, the threat of the cold war was on rise as well as the threat of a possible war in Russia. Thus, the British government rebuilt the town in the looks of a Russian town and it sits in that same fashion on the outskirts of the Salisbury Plain next to two other small villages, as a modern day open secret.
With such stories our Hero was gleeful once more, and looked for the city of Bath.
Driving through the country side, the sun shown down upon the dewy grass reflecting its rays into the eyes of passerby’s. Then, upon the horizon rose the ancient Roman city of Bath, known worldwide for its natural hot springs which the Romans bent to their will.
Once Sir Alex of Daw set forth upon the city of old, he journeyed towards the well known baths and found them to be “nifty” but not quite astounding as the Standing Stones on the Salisbury Plain. He meandered through the ancient Roman baths and found them interesting, but not awe inspiring, so he set himself upon the city centre. Teaming with merchants and people, our hero bravely navigated through the crowds to stores of intrigue and finally upon a market centre where sustenance abounded. He picked from an assortment of foods, which he had never laid before upon his lips, and found them both intriguing. Though if one were to ask our hero today as to what he consumed you would find his memory slips him.
Then, as if the Gods themselves were pointing to it, he saw with amazement a sign that read “milkshakes”. His heart was racing and his mouth watering like Niagara Falls. It had been a long time since he had quenched his pallet with a swig of a chocolate milkshake. He began a nervous sweat and his heart was racing he could taste the shake, it had been so long! But there was a multitude of flavors on being Lime! Which should our hero choose! He then went for the classic chocolate, ordered and paid! Oh Joy! Sir Alex of Daw was to quench his craving then the man at the register handed him the shake. He took a swig and then in one fraction of an instant he realized that the cultural barrier had struck again! For England’s “milkshake” is what he would call back in his own native land, “chocolate milk”! Oh, the sorrow! The disappointment! Our hero walked once more with his head downcast from the market centre.
After such a disappointment, our hero romped through to the main river in Bath where he found a bridge that had shops on it. He was aglee again, for it seemed as though nothing could permanently damage his spirits today. After a shop or two the time constraints were once again his bane. Thus, our hero departed the city via two stops at buildings that were in the shape of a crescent moon and the sun. Our hero experienced one more exciting feet as he traversed back to his home, for on the motorway to his right hand side, in the near distance he saw the round tower of Windsor Castle! Oh a glorious day was had by our hero.
And as his fellow sojourners slept on their way home, our hero connivingly snapped photos of them.
Elisha
Courtney
If you would like to hear more on the story of the buildings and why they are shaped the way they are, you could contact Sir Alex of Daw personally; our hero is always ready to speaking upon his adventures to his followers.
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