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    Foreword to the Unfinished Novel,Lords Haywards Rose Kevin Anslow 2003

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    Foreword

    This is of course a work of fiction, though in truth, the English village of Avebury, where

    this tale takes place, is one of those rare, magical places where reality strikes the visitoras far stranger and more wonderful than anything to spring from the writers imagination,

    mine included

    Avebury stands in northern Wiltshire, not many miles from Stonehenge, is a

    contemporary of the Giza pyramids at the venerable age of c4,500 years, and is one of the

    largest stone circles in the world, easily dwarfing its smaller and more famous cousin.

    The village is open to visitors year round, and unlike the enticing, but fenced off

    splendour of Stonehenge, you can actually walk among the stones and touch them. Thevillage is probably best seen in the summer light, though is still delightful, if a touch

    windier, in the colder months and quite something in the snow; bring a warm coat and

    wellies!

    In summer, you will most probably find yourself sharing the site with tourists equippedwith digital cameras, parents dragging less than inspired children in tow while absorbed

    in their gameboys, and a number of sheep, who keep the grass tamed and add a certain

    woolly charm to the scene. From time to time, you may also come across a gathering of

    robed figures conducting pagan ceremonies around one of the stones. They considerAvebury a living temple, bequeathed to them by their forebears and the local vicar has

    even been known to drop in and chat with them.

    I first visited Avebury at the tender age of 9 and was in awe at seeing a village built

    among mysterious and colossal stones. How lucky are people to live here? I thought; itwas certainly an improvement on my semi detached home in Haywards Heath, a Sussex

    commuter town! I had also been fortunate enough to explore Stonehenge earlier that day

    (in the 70s you could still go right inside, so close you could read the disgusting graffitietched on the timeless monoliths) and at both sites, I was struck with a powerful curiosity

    about the strange ambitions of our forebears.

    This was at a time when I was just starting to become aware of history and the idea that

    our ancestors had experience the world, thought and acted very differently from the

    adults I knew, who went off to the office by day and settled down to TV programmes

    such asNationwide, The Good Life and Fawlty Towers in the evenings.

    Of course, I wanted to know who had created such a wonder, why they had done it and

    what they had used it for. I barraged my father, Patrick, with questions, but though he

    bravely speculated about a feeling these people might have had for the earth, its qualities

    and a certain power the stones might have had for them, he didnt have any firm answers.

    Then again, neither do any of the legions of university experts and more esoteric

    speculators truly understand what lay in those ancient preliterate minds, or why they

    would spend assuming they did not have access to unknown technologies - an estimated1.5 million man hours shaping and dragging stones of up to 60 tonnes to the site. Or

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    indeed, constructing around it what was originally a ditch 9m deep, rimmed by a rampart

    7m high, and 1.3 kilometres in circumference. Like the myriad stalls and booths in theMind, Body and Spirit festival depicted in this book, theories about the unexplained

    abound and everyone thinks their worldview has the answer; definite and sensible truthsare far harder to come by.

    Like quite a few kids of my generation, I was also captivated by the excellent late 70s

    HTV drama show Children of the Stones (available on DVD). This spun the yarn of a

    scientist who visits the village to study the stones and finds himself dealing with sinister

    goings on his callipers are little equipped to measure. Though my own novel is a

    conventional romantic comedy, unlike that rather creepy, supernatural tale, I owe a

    certain debt to the writers Jeremy Burnham and Trevor Ray and also the production teamand actors (including Gareth Thomas ofBlakes Seven fame). They scared the life out of

    me, true, but also thrilled and inspired me.

    I should also thank the middle aged American lady, who I witnessed, standing with her

    head bowed against the great Swindon stone at the northern end of the village, on astinking hot day in August 2003. I have no idea who she is, but the image of her standing

    there in the heat - searching for something unseen in the massive monolith - wouldnt

    leave me alone in the weeks that followed: What was she looking for? What do the

    locals residents think of people doing this sort of thing on their doorstep? What would

    happen if these two very different sorts of people met and shared something in their

    hearts while their attitudes to such mysteries remained quite unalike? Of simple

    snapshots or impressions such as these, are far larger things born and writing is as much

    about the unpredictable nature of the people you meet and the random things you

    experience as anything your might pretend to control in your imagination.

    For dramatic purposes, I have altered some parts of the Avebury landscape. Most notably

    the real Avebury Manor is quite different from that you will find in these pages, and is inno danger of falling down as far as I am aware, neither is the Church roof under threat.

    You cannot stay at the New Manor hotel on a hill overlooking the village, unless you put

    up a tent on some irate farmers land, though there are plenty of other hotels and B&Bs inthe area, whose proprietors, Im sure, are always be happy to welcome visitors. There

    hasnt been a constable based in the village since the late 1950s and the Red Lion pub

    does not have a beer garden, but like all pubs, has plenty of beer, and has guest rooms

    itself. (It is also rumoured to have a ghost named Florrie, though she didnt make it into

    this story. I hope I dont suffer any angry visitations as a result of this omission!).

    Finally, Lord Algernon Hayward, grandfather of my heroine, Victoria Church-Hayward,

    has also usurped the work of Scottish marmalade magnate, Alexander Keiller The

    Marmalade Man. During the late 1930s, Keiller, who had purchased the henge in the

    20s, used his personal fortune to resurrect the once buried stones to the positions they

    occupy today.

    Truthfully, Keiller and later the National Trust did destroy quite a few buildings thatwould be listed and protected in our more enlightened times, and uprooted a number of

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    residents (something they fail to mention in their official guide to the site). Nevertheless,

    the world owes both Keilor and the National Trust a great deal for giving us moderntypes a taste of the achievements of those who came before us. And if they had not

    righted the stones, Avebury would have been just a village with a rather odd ditch aroundit, not so much visited probably, and I would never have seen that American lady with

    her head bowed against the Swindon Stone and written this book.