What the guy in the seat in front of me has up his nose, I'm not sure, but it must be something really good. Over the course of the last 35 minutes, he's been hard at work digging around both nostrils. Thumb, index finger, middle finger, pinky, they're all getting a thorough workout. My repeated efforts to look out the window of the bus on the green carpeted hills, dotted with miniature sheep-shaped cotton balls are rewarded with the overlayed reflection of the nasal miner as I make my way back to London after a full day of sight-seeing. Today, I've taken in Stonehenge, Salisbury Cathedral and the Roman Baths.
The imagination takes quite a toll on days such as this, trying to imagine what life was like back when these monuments were created. How did all these people live? What did they value? How were these buildings created given their current technology? And, in the case of Stonehenge, why were they created? It makes me wonder what people 2000 years from now are going to think of our world. I fire up my iPod, clear my head and try to look past the man in the window.