So I slept in today. Had a lazy morning until breakfast at 8am (lovely full english brekky - hence staying at this place) and after breakfast made my way down to the bus station. Thinking it was a lovely day and I should be able to spend some time at Avebury until I had to be back in Salisbury for my tattoo appointment.
Nope...
The bus times and routes had changed, a few weeks or a month or so prior... So instead I went to Swindon, thinking I'd be able to get to Uffington, to get up to see the Uffington White Horse...
Nope....
I spent an hour in Swindon (after a two hour bus ride) and got straight back on the bus back to Salisbury. There was no way I would of made it to Uffington or Avebury to get back in time for my appointment, and there was NO WAY IN ANY LIFETIME I was sticking around in Swindon... One of the very few places I've felt genuinely uneasy in. As my tattoo artist later on said "Swindon is a small town that's been force fed growth hormones" and you know what, it's the best description I've ever heard of a place!
Mal, the tattoo artist, also told me to visit St Mary's Cathedral at night. He told me it is a cliched shot, but the building is lit at night and is beautiful to see.
So I froze my butt off, my finger tips almost fell off - but it was worth every minute!
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