Rain, rain and more rain.

Will it ever stop raining? I got the train today, because the car and van aren't working, and tried to find cheer in my surroundings. Fat chance of that! As you can see, British Camp disappeared under a cloud and the hills at Malvern looked like they had been edited in photoshop. Oh well, at least I don't have to water the garden or cut the grass!

Tiddesley wood, an all that!

Well, here at last, nearly, ish. From my point of view it is, as I have a mad panic to get loads done in the last few hours before we go. I only have to sort the van, make two mirrors, pack all the stock, do all the signage, finish making a wand and collapse, all in the space of four hours. I love it really! I'm hoping to meet a load of people from the Pagan Association as well, which will be cool as I can put faces to names.

Asides from that, I thought I would find time to post a rather nice photo (if I say so myself) of the British Camp at Malvern. This view can only be seen from the train, as there isn't a road through this field! It's rare to see an ancient site uncluttered by roads and modern housing .