Where are the dancing little people?

At this very moment, I'm sitting in the pub underneath my hostel in Bath. I've had a couple of drinks, I'm watching the Chelsea vs. Tottenham football game and I'm having a bloody good time.

I'm back on the road - and I'm loving it. After arising slightly later this morning than I'd hoped, I packed up my bags, tidied up my mess as best I could (again, thank you very much for the last week Margaret and Lee!) and hopped on the tube to Waterloo station on the way to my first stop: Stonehenge.

I was in a bit of a hurry to leave and I didn't have a chance to have breakfast, so after buying my ticket to Salisbury I grabbed some lunch, a drink and a book to read on the train. A couple of hours later I was deposited at Salisbury station with a bus ticket out to Stonehenge.

For some reason, I have been completely unable to get the Spinal Tap song out of my head - but that's okay, because Stonehenge completely lived up to all of my expectations. Fair enough, it's basically a pile of big rocks - but what a pile of rocks!

This site is so old and rich with history, it's mind boggling to understand what an amazing monument it is. The stones are MASSIVE and, according to the tour guide, are buried in the ground so that ony two thirds of each rock is poking out of the ground. I don't quite understand how they know, but the stones were apparently carved in Wales and shipped to the area and erected. The beautifully crazy bunch who built it also put in a few fancy architectural tricks in order to hold the stones together. Fantastic stuff.

Aside from the 'henge itself, the area was jaw droppingly beautiful with green pastures surrounding the area. It was also freezing cold, thanks to a particularly brittle arctic blast that decided to arrive yesterday - but nothing could dampen my enthusiasm. Naturally, I took a bunch of pictures (some of them should be pretty spectactular too, the sky was magnificent) but I won't be able to post any until I get back to London.

Braving the weather for another 40 minutes waiting for the bus, it suddenly dawned on me that something was missing - I left my bloody book on the bus on the way! After a few curses at my carelessness (notch up a £7.99 carelessness tax), the bus arrived and I was soon on the train to Bath.

Incidentally, if anyone is interested in buying me a belated birthday present: Lunar Park by Bret Easton Ellis would be a nice surprise.

What can I say about Bath except I absolutely love the place. I originally had no intention of coming here, but a couple of people mentioned I should drop by while I'm close to Stonehenge - and I'm so glad I did. I'm currently booked in to stay for two nights, but I'm seriously considering adding another day so I can take a bit longer to check the place out.

I'm not kidding - after three hours I was looking the window of a real estate agent checking out prices of houses. This is the first place I've been to that I've felt I could really live here.

As usual, I arrived as the sun was starting to go down. After I checked in, I stopped by the bar downstairs for a drink before heading out into the town for a quick recce. By now it was getting quite dark, but I messed around with my camera for a little while taking some snaps (I have no idea how they'll turn out) before heading back to the bar for some food and some more drinks.

Which is where I am now. And with less than three minutes on the Internet machine (and Shampoo's 'Trouble' playing over the sound system), I must depart.