The Murky Stuff

Today was a day that’s squeezed – squeezed between, just gone, a too hectic-with-work Wednesday and Thursday and a raining-all-day Friday; and, coming up, a return to temperatures around zero, coupled with some vicious winds.

So, in the spirit of ‘making the most of it’, today just had involve another thirty-or-so miles, this time in the Nuffield direction. It wasn’t warm; it wasn’t quite raining but it was damp with a bit of drizzle in the air, and the visibility was dismal – I turned on what I think of as my LED ‘running lights’, just to make sure I wasn’t going to be wholly invisible to anyone if the murk should suddenly thicken up.

S Oxfordshire hills in the mist

Yes, you have to ride up through that murk

There weren’t many people around and even in these over-crowded counties it was possible to feel reasonably alone at times.

Stonehenge is in the news at the moment – fresh theories about who built it, when, and why. It is, of course, all speculation. Riding the quieter, murkier stretches of today’s route, I was wondering what those very early people would have made of mist and fog.

I think we like to imagine them as being primitive and finding anything at all odd somehow scary. I suspect it’s more likely that they would have been far more in touch with naturally occurring events and understood it for what it is – not scientifically but in terms of what happens when mist falls and the impact it has on life. I suspect we like to think of them as primitive because it makes us feel better about ourselves.

New Stonehenge theories