Lance’s Coach Tour #1

Welcome aboard the inaugural coach tour for followers of Lance Greenfield’s blog.

This is the first of many exciting day trips that I shall be running for invited blogging friends. We can enjoy the company of fellow bloggers as we tour through time and space. We will meet many interesting characters from past and future, and some of the places we may visit will be beyond our wildest dreams.

I am open to suggestions for where and when we might venture on future coach tours, but today we are going to visit a world famous historic site which is only twelve miles from my current humble dwelling in the south of England.

Today’s trip takes us to Stonehenge!

Sunrise at Stonehenge

First on board are my old friends Eloise and Lucie. They quickly settle down at the front of the coach and observe their fellow passengers as the climb onto the bus.

Next, I am delighted to welcome Sheila Skillman. There was no way that the author of Mystical Circles was going to miss this particular tour!

A whole crowd of people rush on to the bus, chattering excitedly about the prospects for today’s trip into rural Wessex. These include Wendy Kate, Sally, Tooty Nolan and The Owl Lady.

A huge cheer goes up when, just as we were about to depart, Howard Loring jumps on, gasping for air but carrying his guitar. He takes a seat at the back of the bus and breaks into his repertoire of songs from days gone by. Everyone joins in, and there is much laughter as memories are evoked.

We enjoy a smooth, incident ride down the A303 in my luxury air-conditioned 52-seater. On arrival, the guides give us our multi-lingual audio devices which will explain everything about Stonehenge to us as we walk around the ancient stones.

Everybody is enjoying themselves and joking about such topics as “When will they put in the windows and doors.”

My guests are very surprised when I take them through the secret portal that I have known since my grandfather brought me here as a child. Suddenly, we are amongst the construction which is a mystery back in our own time. The huge rocks are being pushed into place, using large tree trunks as rollers, and very strange wooden cranes and pulley systems. I introduce everyone to my old friend, the foreman of the site, Broch Macdhur. Although he explains what is happening in his ancient Celtic tongue, we can all understand him as if he is speaking our modern languages. It should seem strange, but it actually feels very natural.

The experience of this day will live with us all forever, and I am sure that it will be the subject of conversations as we embark on our Lance’s next unusual Coach Tour.

Where, and when, will we go? I can’t wait!

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