A couple of years ago I championed the cause of a few small stones that exuded a warmth and charm so little found in North West London's suburban growth.
Stanmore Common (In the County of Middlesex) is worth a wander for a lovely bell barrow and ... a very eroded yet funky long barrow, set beside a small stream that forks majestically like the parted legs of a fertile Goddess ... sorry gentle reader, I'm off again ... but it has to be one of the most Hobitesque places inside the M25!
Anyway, I know, your dinner's getting cold .... OK, OK, OK ... getting to the point .... The Hare Stone .... it's grown over almost completely with the kind of passe' suburban shrub that your Aunty planted in memory of that much loved dead cat that no one remembers the name of in 1985.
I have contacted some folk who went silent ... but I shall, at this rate, take my shears to the offending shrub one moon lit night soon!
I will eventually get to the sacred springs of suburbia story too .... there are lots and a great starting place for your mystic quest would be 'The Lost Rivers of London'.
Now it might bog folk off that I planted either side of my path with lavender ... in a Stone Circle .... but thats kind of historic to me .... the planting bit .... it smells wonderful and until someone blitzes the place and reconstructs the Keiller image ... OK, I'm off on one again .... but listen gentle reader .... trim the Hare!
(This has nothing to do with the Hare Krishna Temple at Letchmore Heath ... but their foods OK).
TRIM THE HARE ... LET PEOPLE STARE ... IT IS A GOOD STONE! (END OF MOAN).
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