With all the really necessary things to spend money on, it bemuses me that the matter of a tunnel past Stonehenge has reared up again. If that’s the best description of a tunnel, which it clearly isn’t. But really, why? The A303 is a ghastly road down to the West Country, dualled in parts but not enough, and it has awful bottlenecks. When Wink travels to see us, she is at least comforted that she isn’t on her way to Somerset, Devon and Cornwall at a holiday time, but heading away from those lovely counties. The whole damn lot could be made into a good road for millions of pounds less than a tunnel past Stonehenge.
I’m prejudiced, I know. I love Stonehenge. But what I love is that sight of it on a dreary journey down an awful road. My heart lifts up, as if seeing a rainbow, on catching sight of that wonderful ancient monument, much altered over the centuries though it is, roped off from the public, reasons for its construction invented, disconsolate bunches of people round it, wishing they could be closer and feel its power to move, rather than pay to stand the wrong side of a barrier. Some years ago, there was a movement to have a tunnel constructed and it came to nothing as it was just too damn expensive and impractical. I cannot see what’s changed about that. But it’s the fact that Stonehenge is part of the landscape that I appreciate, I don’t want it to be accessed only through some sanitised visitors’ centre.
Anyhow. No more ranting here, darlings. And I’ve just realised it’s almost midnight and I don’t know what happened to the evening. I had squid for supper, stir-fried with lots of vegetables and chilli, on a bed of spinach. Then, I microwaved frozen berries, as taught by Zig, and ate them with honeycomb ice cream. It was delish. I had to eat a couple of twiglets later, to save me from a second helping. I made coffee, but spilt the dregs on my Rajasthan dhurrie, which is now in the washing machine on a cold, gentle wash. I think it’ll be ok but it might need pegging out to keep it from curling up as it dries. I’m not sure how to go about that.