Avebury, Beltane, 2009.
Mayday in Avebury, Madness in Albion.
We stopped here as there seemed noplace better, and we were invited by good folk to do so.
So we woke at 3 am, and walked the 5 miles over the hills to make it there for sunrise. But we got lost, leaving the little village in the dark, and took till 6 to get to the Stones.
This film was made by a friend who was around the fire that night, and it shows Paul demading more energy for his Gods, more pride in our humanity, more fire in our bellies.
Avebury was awash with more types and niches of pagan belief than we had ever encountered in one place. It was a fierce night of many fires, all centred around one physical hearth. We felt at times that it would erupt into violence, but that was not the route it took. Instead, there were youths jumping onto the fire, bard-offs, tramp-fu, and much more.
The day before Beltane we were busking in the streets, singing old songs to the tourists, and doing very well. Two Canadian lads on an exchange project told us that this was the highlight of their search for culture in England.
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