A couple didn't make it back to the bus as the scheduled time, and we waited a generous 2 extra minutes and then left them in the dust... or the mud, actually, as the rain was pelting by this time.
I caught some Z's en route to Stonehenge and on waking found that the rain had only gotten harder.
I took the obligatory walk around the circle through the gravel pools and streams with McDonald’s Marcus, feeling none of the magic one reads about, or sees on Brittania. Popped into the unheated bathrooms, which could have been picked up from any National Park in any country in the world, and ran back to the bus to treat my trench foot.
Nary a Druid spotted during my time in Stonehenge… just some magical sheep.
