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Plain. He parks his ox-cart precisely where the souvenir-shop will be in three thousand years' time and ambles slowly over to the site-foreman, whose yellow wooden hat is tilted back on his head as he watches his men.
'Excuse me, old chap, just thought I'd drop by and see if there's any chance of celebrating the summer solstice here this year. Hope you don't mind, but I've got Head Office on Anglesey breathing down my neck. Any chance, is there ?'

He flinches involuntarily as a mud-stained, calloused hand grips the sleeve of his robe.
'Can't yer see we're doin' our best ? Look, mate, Avebury wasn't built in a day yer know !'
One of the sub-contractors halts the conversation at this point by dropping an empty wine-skin and collapsing in a drunken stupor into the surrounding quagmire. This drives the foreman to further eloquence.
'Look at 'im ! Poor devil ! Dead on 'is feet ! Workin' 'imself to death I shouldn't wonder. Listen 'ere, mate.'
Dragging the bemused druid to one side, he continues in a hoarse whisper.
'D'you know 'ow many men I got on this contract ? No ? Well, I'll tell yer. Six'
The druid assumes a sympathetic pose and starts trying to edge away in the direction of his cart.
' Six men, mate. Out 'o them, there's on'y two as 'ave ever done more than lay pebbles down the edge of a garden path ! I got twenty of me best lads up at a site at some place called Arbor Low, up North somewhere and d'you know what they're doin' ?'
No, I have absolutely no idea,' replies the druid.
"Not only 'ave they 'ad to do one of these new-fangled jobs, wiv all the stones laid flat; they've 'ad to put up a damn' great mound as well ! Above the original contract ! ...... 'Ere ! Wot's 'e up to ?'
'He' is a tall man, dressed in a dark-blue robe and wearing a pointed cap of the same colour. He carries a long, polished wooden club.
Both druid and builder, united in the face of authority, walk over to the newcomer, who is standing by the druid's cart.
The druid clears his throat, nervously, 'Ahem ! What seems to be the trouble, officer ?'
'Well sir, I was wondering if you would be so kind as to tell me if this is your vehicle ?'
'Er, yes officer. As a matter of fact, it is. You see, I have such a large area to cover that I..."
The blue-robed figure stops him with a wave of the hand.
'Well sir, I'm afraid I've some bad news for the pair of you. This vehicle and the one in use on the site over there,' he indicated the dusty yellow cart belonging to the contractors; 'are both banned

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