At the great Paul Cornell’s request, we took the tube and train out to where he and his lovely wife live, in the English countryside, and they escorted us to go see neolithic, pre-historic sites all over among lush, rolling green hills.
We saw burial burrows, went inside of one, saw huge henge formations much bigger in scope than Stonehenge, saw the white chalk horse on the hillside that’s ancient beyond words, it was absolutely one of the best days of my life.
Paul is a born storyteller and he grew up in this region, you can see the white horse from his mum’s back window (and this is the fun thing, we stopped to have a lovely cup of tea at his mum’s house, she is absolutely magical).
We ate lunch at the Red Lion pub, an old, old pub next to the Avebury (sp?) henge. The stones there are massive, weighing sixty tons, some of them. Going up on a hillside and seeing that below is incredibly moving and uplifting, somehow. It also felt like every great rural bbc show come to life.
Finally we went to Paul’s house, which is full of comics and books and dvds, like mine, and got a lovely curry, and saw the church in their village, got a little backstage tour, it was incredibly beautiful, one of the most beautiful small churches I’ve seen.
I’m telling you, if you ever get a chance to have Paul and his wife squire you all over the countryside, JUST GO. We laughed and talked the whole time and I fell in love with a whole new side of London, that was very aged, indeed.
Going home today, I shall miss it all terribly.