After being ushered out of the solstice car park after having barely slept, I decided to look for a place to put up my tent for the day. I bumped into two lads who both happened to have red in their beard as i do, who were heading towards a camp in the forest, prefect!
James, who lives with his hammock and all his gear attached to the back of his bike told me how he plans to set up forest communities along the Micheal/Mary ley line. By coincidence I will be following that ley line when I dance through Cornwall later this year.
We found the camp and I pitched my tent amongst the trees. It turned out to be the camp of the Freeman Nomadic Tribe community. Here is a link to their website http://freeman-nomadic-tribe.co.uk/
I decided to walk back to the shop i had been to near the Stonehenge inn the night before. It seemed so much further when I was walking instead of dancing. As I walked round the shop I couldn't help thinking how much I must smell to all the other customers, but somehow I still got I smile from the girl behind the counter, then I sat on a bench and dipped lettuce leaves into cold beans for my tea.
I had to pass through Larkhill army base on the way back. Seeing as how I have a long beard and was still dressed in white, kids on the base followed my down the street calling me a Taliban fighter.
I bumped into a lady who was looking for her tortoise, she moaned it may have escaped forever.
Returning to camp I drank tea round the campfire with Pip and others before going to bed.
Sleep Finally!
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