The Sentinels

Today must qualify for being the most miserable, dreary day of the year.

After a quick dash to town to run some errands, Mr E and I took the dogs to the Wayland's Smithy.

It was extremely misty and atmospheric, as the 4 large sarsen stones stood like sentinels, guarding the resting place of the ancients.

There were very few people up on the Ridgeway today, as the weather probably put them off. The ones brave enough to venture out, would suddenly appear out of the mist, adding to the drama, as we had to get the dogs quickly back on leads. I had visions of people screaming, as our two beasts lunged out of the fog at them, creating a Hound of the Baskervilles scene.