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| Ley Line dancing | |
| By ellyb39 | ||||||||
| 06 July 2006 | ||||||||
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Jo struggled with the heavy tripod as they entered the graveyard. It had been a long hot sweaty journey there, the M3 had been a nightmare and he had insisted on having radio 2 on. It had driven her mad. She was beginning to resent his presence. ‘No word from the others?’ H e turned, his paunch was clearly visible through the faded tee shirt he wore, ‘They’ll soon be here’ They carried on down the path, fading sunlight drifting through the green leaves pattering on her back starting to revive her. The hill rose up above; the carved figure was not visible from down here. When they had approached the village they stopped and looked at the carving from a distance. Pete had been busy with his books and satellite navigation system and gps. Figures and numbers were important to him. She actually wondered if he was suffering from some kind of obsessive syndrome but then she smiled to herself, were any of the Ley Line Hunters society completely sane? She and Pete had been together for quite a few years now and she had got used to his strange interest. She had resigned herself to the meetings held in back rooms of pubs, smoky and intense. They were all on a quest, quite what they hoped to achieve was difficult to say but Jo had quite enjoyed their strange intensity and their huge leaps of understanding between modern surveying and ancient folklore. A strange straggly collection of people who really believed in the power of the Ley Lines, channels of energy running across the country connecting ancient and historical sites, pagan channels of energy or complete myth. They had travelled down from London to rural Dorset and the Cerne Abbas Giant. They had studied the maps and the writings of Alfred Watkins, their hero and inspiration and this trip was a evening visit to the site. She watched them approaching. They looked particularly odd. Pete stumbled as he went down the steps to the well. Cerne Abbas had turned out to be a well manicured English village, expensive sleek cars stood outside lush gardens, wooden garden furniture carefully placed. In the village itself a thatched pub was next to a tea room , it seemed quite attractive to Jo but Pete had his sandwiches in a Tupperware plastic box. She sighed inwardly, how had she got involved with such a nerd. His habits had really begun to get on her nerves lately. She found herself resenting his pedantic questioning and organisation. In the corner of the graveyard the light was just beginning to dribble away, Mike glanced upwards, he had been too engrossed in the job to notice. The sweat on his hands made the handle of the spade slippery as he dug into the hard earth. He had to get the job finished before it got totally dark. There was no way he was hanging around in spooky churchyards in the dark but on the other hand the fifty quid for the work seemed pretty tempting. He had been digging graves in the evenings for a couple of years now. He was young fit and hungry so did the work after he had put in a full day on the building site. Normally his flatmate would come along and the work would be more sociable, ending with a drink in one of the village pubs or a meal out on the way home. Each village churchyard was different, sometimes the soil was really soft, or when they had been digging for a while the spade went through some rotten wood and they came across an old grave which had to be reburied underneath. They didn’t get a lot of people talking to them, often only the verger of the church would come out and speak to them at first but they were a bit like pariahs to the local people. Just as well they did not take it too seriously he thought. Mind you it was a lot easier when his mate Fred was there to make the time pass with a joke and a laugh. Stretching his back out he attacked the ground with renewed ferocity, the flints in the ground ringing as he dug. Mike noticed a silent procession of people walking down the side of the graveyard, clutching various objects. They looked a bit weird to him as he turned back to his digging. Jo stared down at the well. It was pretty nondescript. A Shallow spring oozing from the ground, surrounded by thick vegetation and a stone bench. She studied her nails and casually looked out of the entrance. She had noticed that really fit looking bloke as they came in and she slowly drifted off from the well out into the graveyard, the others did not even notice her going. They were stuck into their meditation, waiting for god knows what to strike them and charge them with energy while they sat on the Ley Line. Perhaps they will all disappear in a puff of smoke she thought nastily. ‘Hi’ Mike started, pretty dark eyes surrounded by dark curly hair smiled at him. ‘Hello, Are you with that lot?’ ‘Oh you mean the LLHS’ ‘Who’ 'Ley Line Hunters Society’ she pulled a face. Mike laughed and she joined in. ‘yeah it’s pretty sad isn’t it’ ‘you don’t look like an LL.. ‘HS’ she finished ‘no I’m not really. Just a friend.’ She wondered to herself how she had just managed to write off four years of living together but it seemed surprisingly easy. He dusted his hands, and lifted the fork, ‘well I’m finished here.’ He looked at her again.’ Would you like to come for a drink?’ She looked back at the LLHS still involved in some strange symbolic ritual. ‘Don’t mind if I do ‘ Some hours later the LLHS were sitting in the darkness just about to go home and enjoying the last few moments of cosmic energy when there was a strange glow to their left. They all looked amazed, Pete lifted his hands ‘I receive you energy enter me’ he pronounced and all the rest of the group followed his example and knelt with hands raised. They started to moan as the light slowly dimmed. Silence surrounded them as they gazed at each other in the gloom, overcome by what they had seen. 'A truly magical moment' Pete announced in solemn tones. That broke the spell and soon they were chattering excitedly to each other as they packed up their things. There would be plenty to talk about at next weeks meeting. Pete looked around for Jo, where was that pesky girl. She was so frivolous. He was beginning to feel annoyed with her. Searching and calling for her in the graveyard, there was no answer. He walked back to the parked car. It too was empty but the note on the windscreen was ruffling in the wind. He turned his torch on and read it, ‘Sorry Pete won’t be coming home, had a real experience up on the giant. Earth moving if you know what I mean. Take care love Jo. xx’ His expression changed as he packed his equipment away, last of all he sadly packed the Tupperware box, thinking what a waste of a sandwich. Behind the hedge Jo and Mike were lying on the floor hysterically giggling as the rest of the LLHS disappeared from the site. The gauze round the powerful spotlight with the dimmer switch had worked a treat. It was a good job he had it in the car for those nights when it got dark before he finished. He looked down at Jo. Her eyes were dreamy pools. He smiled tenderly, ‘Ready then babe?’ Jo looked up at him, ‘Certainly am, by the way you don’t have any sandwiches on you do you?’
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