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A meeting of Cultures part 3

The Farm

Leaving the village behind us our coach trundled a few miles further across the plain until we abruptly turned left and approached a farmstead. The farm was made up of small single story dwellings with mud walls and thatched roofs. We were no longer in a 21st century setting, clearly this is the traditional way of living in the mountains that has changed little over thousands of years.

It was explained to me that this is the family home of a great Aymara teacher. There was a time before Bolivia had an indigenous government when Aymara culture, language and traditions were treated as undesirable and inferior to imported colonial Spanish ways. During this time the old ways endured but the wise ones became ever fewer. In this story of the farm, If I remember correctly how it was told to me, the young Fernando was driving along the dusty road to Tiwanaku when he came across an old man at the side of the road. The old man was weeping.

Stopping to see what was the matter, Fernando asked ‘Grandfather, why do you weep?’. The old man replied ‘I am a master of the old ways of the Aymara, I have nine sons, but no students’. Many of the young generation saw their futures in abandoning the mountains and traditional ways to seek their fortune in the city. The old man’s wisdom would die with him, and that is why he wept.

Fernando smiled at the old man and said ‘Grandfather this is not so, for you now have one student’. And so Fernando and others stayed to learn from this old man, who’s teaching and strength gave new life to the Aymara people.

He died, but still once every year on winter solstice, the Sariri clan gather at the farm where the teachers Widow and daughters still live. His spirit is in this place they say. I had observed to Kate how all the Aymara stand feet apart, square on and hands by the side, looking directly at you. This posture carries neither hostile nor passive energy, it is simply grounded and strong. I was later to learn that this way of standing is an ancient tradition, the survival of which owes much to this teacher.

We put our sleeping bags and kit into a small barn which would be accommodation for the community tonight. A flag pole was erected nearby with a great multi colored flag, it must have been 3 meters by two in size and I thought that this flag was beautiful.

Tiwanaku tour and Ceremony

There were many more Sarari at the Farm than I had met at the Garden in La Paz, but by now many of the faces were familiar and friendly towards Kate and I. We did not have long to settle however. One of our three coaches was about to leave for the great Tiwanaku temple itself. Tiwanaku we discovered is closed to everyone on Solstice eve, however the Director of the temple turned out in person to let us in and to show us around personally.

There are three temples in the complex. There is a sky temple, an earth temple and an ancestor temple. The sky temple is perched upon a ridge, the earth temple is on level ground, the ancestor temple is sunken into the earth. Unlike Stonehenge, the three temples are not arranged into circles, but instead are laid out as huge rectangles. The alignments to the sun are the same though.

There is a raised platform in the center of the earth temple where offerings are made. The temple is larger than the stone circle of Stonehenge. The trilithon entrance ways are deeper and more precisely engineered than those of Stonehenge. The stone has regular sides, right angles, smooth faces. The wall of the temple is made of stones arranged as a wall between standing stones that are rough cut and similar to the sarcens of Stonehenge. Intuition tells me that these are the oldest features of this temple, the wall filling in between the standing stones coming later.

We are shown carved statues of men covered in symbols, some of which are understood and relate to time, others which still await rediscovered meaning. We descend to the outside via seven steps to reach a place where priests underwent testing. Part of this testing would be to sit in an underground cell with just a small hole above for light food and water. Alone in here for up to 30 days the priests would receive understanding and achieve mastery over their fears or else I imagine it would be awful for them.

We were then led to the ancestors temple. We waited at the top of steps, seven again, down which we descended to face a central statue. Our Aymara hosts formed a circle around this statue and together we held ceremony. In this ceremony we were introduced to the ancestors. This was making history, for never have Stonehenge Druids and the Amauta held ceremony together at Tiwanaku.

Fernando told us how we must stand, by ancient tradition. I asked him how he could be certain that this was the correct way. He replied ‘Look at the statue, the ancestor shows you how’, and sure enough, the statue in front of us was standing just so, with right hand over the heart, and left over the belly. This way, Fernando explained our energy is balanced and circulates correctly. I adapted my stance to match that of the statue and sure enough I felt immediately grounded and balanced. It works.

Embedded in the outer walls of the ancestor temple are very accurate sculptures of men’s faces. Some are worn away by time but many are not. This temple which is at least 1500 years old and probably very much older. What is very strange is that contains the faces of Europeans, Africans, Mongolians etc. It is not up for debate that our ancestors had visual contact long before we are supposed to have had by modern histories, the evidence here is absolute.

The questions are only how and when?

Seeing this so soon after my intuition at ‘the village’ that our ancestors had been here once before again left me feeling a strong sense of confused wonder.

I asked Fernando how often the Sariri worship in the temple of the ancestors. ‘Not often’ he replied, ‘this, with you, is our first time. Normally this place is too special even to allow us in here’. The full sense of the high honor with which the Aymara, Amautas, Tiwanaku Management were gifting to their Druid guests was starting to sink in. Some of the Aymara had moist eyes after our time in the very sacred temple of the ancestors was over. The sun was setting, Kate and I grabbed some photo’s.

Tiwanaku has some elements that are very familiar to the Druid and some elements that are less so. In the temple of the ancestors , both our people’s belong and may feel welcome by the spirits of the place.

The Farm Ceremony

Back at the farm, now in the dark, we arrived just in time for yet another community ceremony and offering around the fire. Kate and I were given ‘honored position’ and we broke Walnuts into the sugar offering. This time in front of a larger group we were grateful for having been through this before at the garden ceremony. Our hosts must have realized that among peoples it’s the failure to follow simple ‘taken for granted’ protocols that make inevitable judgments about quality, class or good manners of visitors.

I was so grateful also for Jaun and Veronica Pablos explaining how to eat, drink and greet Aymara style when we first arrived in La Paz. The Garden ceremony had also been a good preparation, observing the wonderful Mama Eulalia taught us much.

For all the small differences between our ceremonies it is remarkable how many features we share in common. For example the Aymara circle anti clockwise (sunwise) for the south, with the south pole representing the cardinal direction for Mother Earth. In the north we circle clockwise (sunwise) in ceremony and look to our pole (North) as representing the Earth. Both groups stand in a circle for ceremony, and dance in circles.

Communal Barn

It was now time for everyone to get some rest and ride out a very cold night. We all gathered in the barn. Trying to get some sleep, I could not immediately do so. Every few minutes of the last 24 hours had brought me vivid new experiences and my head wanted to make sense of everything. I listened to old people talking and laughing somewhere in the darkness. Clearly old friends and kin forever, these people reminded me of my own grand-parents.

Little children had built tents and dens to sleep in and from these came the sounds of giggling chatter. The young and the old all sleep crammed in together, as a clan, ‘a community’. In my sleeping bag I was warm and comfortable and waiting to sleep on this hard mud floor in a mud-walled barn on a farm in the land of the sky, and it was there that I finally understood that word ‘community’. It was here, around me.

This circle of people belong with each other, choose to be with each other, and love each other.

This is deeper than the western understanding of the word. These are the children of Pachumama.

I wanted to cry for what we have lost in Britain. We had this once, yet it has slipped away from our grasp especially throughout the 20th century. It is what our hearts still seek. It is the hole within. We need our community, it validates who we are and it completes us. From far away I might be, but Druids are children of the Goddess too, and here this community enfolded me with a warmth beyond my imagining. I was truly happy.

Dash back to Tiwanaku

By around three in the morning the banter in the Barn had died down to the sounds of around 60 people sleeping. The temperature had dropped to around -10 degrees. I had just managed to fall asleep. Click Click, Click Click! Arghhh I struggled to wake. Someone was banging two sticks together right next to my ear! ‘Wake up’ they said ‘it is time for you to go to Tiwanaku, the car is waiting’. Kate, Tina and I reluctantly dragged ourselves free of the relative warmth of our sleeping bags and made our way to the car which I assumed was our taxi.

Time was short because it would not be all that long before the sun rise. Our car sped along the road to Tiwanaku, overtaking cars, vans and coaches of pilgrims also on their way there. We came up behind a car that wasn’t letting us pass and the taxi driver sounded a police siren. I thought this very funny as the offending car pulled over to let us pass. Only after we arrived at the Temple compound passing through the armed guards did I realize that we were in an unmarked Police car. We had arrived at the high security entrance used by officials.

Still half asleep we were led into the earth temple where chairs had been arranged in a great semicircle around 20 rows deep around the altar platform. To our left was a platform for the media. As the total darkness gave way to pre sunrise dawn we were told to sit in the front row, just left of centre. The places to our left and behind us filled with people. I started to introduce myself to my neighbors only to discover that they were all Ambassadors. The closest to the front and centre were the most honored of these guests.

The Aymara Amautas arrived in traditional costume with drums and music and after standing in formation before the altar they seated to the right. Media with big TV cameras gathered on the platform. The sky grew lighter.

White helmeted soldiers stood in line facing the assembled crowd, whilst very tough looking and armed, they were not rude. The sky took on the blue pink of a sky just five minutes from sunrise. The earth temple contained us, the media, probably 500 Amauta and around 100 Ambassadors. We could now see the sky temple and surrounding ridges which were crammed full with people, perhaps 40000 waited outside for the sunrise.


Suddenly great drums sounded from the distance, trumpets sounded and people unseen beyond the temple walls started to cheer. To this sound of approaching drums Bolivian flags at the corners of the temple slowly rose to fly proudly atop their masts and through the trilithon gate below a procession of Amouta, military escort and the Bolivian president with his ministers walked toward us and seated themselves in the centre of the semi-circle.

Evo Morales stood just a few government ministers to my right. The Amauta leaders formed a line in front of the President. Men and women of great wisdom and authority. One walked over to me. He asked if we would like to take part in the offering ceremony. If I had said yes, then our pictures would have gone out world-wide, but I realized in that instant that this is a moment that belongs to the Amautas. It was very generous to ask, but in front of their president and their gods, this ceremony needed to be done correctly.

I thanked him but said ‘this honor belongs to the Amauta’.

After the offerings were made and smoke rose into the newborn sky with the wishes of the Aymara people carried with it, I was asked to step forward to meet the president, Kate and Tina in line behind me.

At this point I was presented with a situation for which life had not prepared me. Nothing in my childhood, college, university, druid or professional life told me what to do when confronted with the president of a sovereign nation surrounded by his ministers and a very capable looking armed security force. I looked at the man in his uniform of office, and extended my hand.

In Britain we might shake hands and say ‘Good Morning Mr Prime Minister, delighted to meet you, I am…’ and that would be it, but the Sariri had taught me their traditional greeting which starts with firmly holding the right hand with eye contact, an embrace like a bit like a bear hug, and second hand shake with a bow. This is how the President of Bolivia, first American indigenous president, Eco champion and people’s hero was greeted by the tall Druid in front of him:

Grab hand…“Hello Mr President, I am Frank Somers from the Stonehenge Druids, it is a pleasure and an honor to be here and to meet you!” BIG HUG (President now enveloped in Druid robes), Grab hand, Bow, JaJalia!! I hoped Kate and Tina behind me knew what to do. I fairly sure that this was not the correct formal way to greet this great man, but at least it was sincere.

Back in our semi-circle I could see people flooding in to the temple, at sunrise the people may enter.

A tap on my shoulder, it was our friend from the British Embassy, big smile and telling us that we’ve positively represented the relationship between Britain and Bolivia by our visit. It warms my heart to think that Druids, so much ridiculed and abused back home, are suddenly being recognized for our worth in this way. Kate loses her camera in the crush of people who make their way to the altar platform.
One of the Amauta priests came and hugged both Kate and I, posed for tourists with us, and left us in no doubt as to the warmth of our welcome.

Sadly with Kate’s camera now lost, we had no photo’s of this event.

Return to the farm for feast and dance

We were then taken by unmarked Police car back to the farm. The Sariri had laid out a feast of eggs and tubers on a blanket. Each brings what they can. No-one knows who has provided much or little, each may consume whatever they need. This is community. It is a circle of blessing. We eat.

While we ate, an Aymara band of Drum and Pipes dancers start to play. Their anticlockwise circle dance tells a story. A shaman blows a horn and earths using a stick to drive off dark spirits. Then the song is of phrase and reply with the pipes. I’m loving this all now and decide to ask if I might join in with my Celtic Bodhran. The Bodhran is a small round drum about 18 inches across but 5inches deep. The Aymara dancers are beating Drums that are massive.

Without any interpreter, the language of musicians being universal, they invite me to join in.
It is not easy. The drum beat follows an irregular pattern. Only after a while do I realize that they strike the drum on the first letter of each word if you were to sing the Aymara lyrics to the song. This is very hard! My Aymara musician friends ask for a go on my small Celtic drum, and laugh and tease each other as they try it. I sense that they wonder why such a tiny drum and beater is used. I explain that a travelling musician or a warrior can carry this drum easily over long distances.

Then I take the Bodhrans bone, and beat one of their big drums with it to a fast Irish beat and rhythm. Looks of amazement pass round the circle, they ‘get it now’ the power of the Celtic technique. We swap gifts and hugs, and the music continues. I dance with the old women and the young, we all dance. I have never been so happy. I completely forgot that I was a visitor among these people and for a few blissful hours I was part of these people and I belonged too.

I believe that Kate felt similarly to myself. It would be very hard for us to part from these people who understand us better than do our own, and for whom the gifts of mother earth to her people do not need explanation or apology. Thinking about that day, five months later, I long to be back among my new brothers and sisters of the Sariri Aymara. I am determined that we will meet again.

La Paz Goodbyes
Back in La Paz Kate and I pack. We have a short time to explore the wool markets and Tina volunteered to take us around. Down narrow streets, hundreds of shops sell the finest wool and leather products dreamed of. We buy gifts, and our money goes a long way. I one shop we meet a lovely girl who remembers us from Tiwanaku. She promises to send pictures.

When we return to the flat of our hosts Wan Paulo and Veronica, we find that many of the Sariri have gathered there bringing with them their pictures to share with us. Fernando records a message for us to take back with our people. Then he embraced Kate and I as his brother and sister, and presented us with a very special flag. This flag, we would later learn, is a symbol of those of Inca decent. In allowing us to carry this flag we acknowledge our ancestors as being brothers.

We were asked to record a message for the Aymara. They asked about the Druids and our beliefs and of what we thought of them and of Tiwanaku. Both Kate and I spoke. When it came to the essence of our message I will leave that for a future post because It is important for our futures, and once again I must discuss this with my Druids first. At last I found the Awen, and for this time spoke with the poetic truth of a Druid, our poor interpreter Tina was in floods of tears and could barely translate as the Awen spoke through me.

In the last minutes before leaving the flat we were told about a visit to La Paz by the Navajo Indigenous people from north America three years ago. They had shared a prophesy with the Amauta that priests of an ancient tradition from Europe who also worship in a great sun temple would come and visit. This would happen within the next few years. When this has come to pass prophesy predicts that the spiritual tribes of rainbow would begin to join up in a great web of wisdom.

We gave our gifts and could hardly see through tearful eyes as one by one, they hug us and say goodbye.

We arrived just a few days earlier as strangers from a far away land and we parted with hearts joined somehow, bonds of friendship made to last lifetimes.


The airport

At the airport Kate and I bungle our paper work, and I get stopped at security. A very tough looking inspector asked me to open my bags. Getting increasingly suspicious he asked me to open the woolen bag containing gifts from Fernando. It has two toy alpacas inside which honestly would be as suspicious looking a container as could be imagined. These he removes. Then he takes out a bundle of clothe and slowly unwraps it.

Inside rests the Aymara flag.

He looked at me, he seemed very confused for a few seconds, then suddenly, his entire countenance changed into a broad smile and he said to me in accented English

“Ah YOU are the one who hugged our President! 😀 “

A meeting of cultures: part 1



In 2008 I was asked if I would mind being interviewed for a local Wiltshire publication where I would be asked a few questions about Stonehenge and about the Druids and have my photo taken there. I will always try to help genuinely interested media enquiries and fit these around a busy working life. I believe that it is important for Druids to be open with the wider public about who we are, what we believe, and about our connection with Stonehenge.


On this occasion I was unaware that destiny was at work, and that this interview would lead to an eventual meeting between two of the worlds most mysterious spiritual cultures and a major historic bond being formed between ancient traditions separated by almost 6000 miles.


On the day arranged for the interview, an elderly English gentleman by the name of David Hathor introduced himself to me as the photographer. He explained that he was retired and living in Bolivia but standing in as a favor to the regular chap who was off work sick at the time. We did the interview and photo shoot and he took my email address offering to send to me the photo’s and a copy of his report for approval.


When David sent to me the pictures and report as promised, he told me that he had shown them to a native American people called the Aymara, whose priests the Amautas were very interested in learning more about the Druids and about Stonehenge. I looked up Amautas online to discover that they fulfilled a similar role in their ancient society as the Druids did within pre Roman cultures in Europe. At their great temple, Tiwanaku, high in the Andes they still observe celebration of the midwinter sunrise to which it aligns on June 21st.


E-mails were traded back and forth and it was clear that both the Amautas and the Druids share a considerable interest in the same things and we were eager to meet. The idea evolved that we could send Druids to Bolivia for the solstice there, and later receive the Amautas for a solstice celebration here in England. I published this idea on our web site and hoped that we might find sponsors to help both sides meet the costs.

 Tiwanaku / Stonehenge


Sadly despite a lot of interest, which had soon reached the RADAR of the British foreign Office, the British Embassy in La Pas, and the Bolivian Government all of whom embraced the idea, no sponsor could be found. In recession hit Britain, I lost my income for a while so I could barely manage my mortgage payments let alone air fares half way around the world. The project was put on hold awaiting a change in the economic climate.


Earlier this year we approached the Bolivian Embassy in London and stated that we still had an interest in seeing the exchange through, with a view to putting our very best people forward and involving other credible pagan groups where possible. The Ambassador, very kindly came to meet us at Stonehenge and Amesbury.

Following this, I visited the embassy in London, twice in order to video conference with the Amautas council in La Pas.


The moment that I first came face to face with the Amautas wise men and wise women via the video link, I was impressed greatly by them. They took turns, each to introduce themselves and tell a part of their beliefs history and customs. I asked them questions, to which they would answer frankly with no attempt to impress or demure, and with an obvious depth of knowledge. They asked me many questions about the Druids and about our traditions and beliefs.


I tried my best to respond in kind for our tradition, differentiating the ancient from the modern where necessary. I was in no doubt that these people would know instantly if someone tried to lie, exaggerate or pretend to a knowledge not actually held, just as I would.


People sincerely following the Druid path today have to seek for learning within the memory of country traditions, folk lore, archaeology, the accounts of those who wished us dead, and the hard won spiritual insights granted by the Gods to guide us home. The pathway still exists, but it is overgrown and uncared for in places, deliberately hidden in others, missing patches through neglect, and the signposts have all been removed. To walk this spiritual path of our ancestors and stay true to its nature requires a deep resonance with truth and an empathy with nature.


There are few teachers.


While talking with the Amauta Council I sensed their depth of understanding and realised it was a chance to speak with elders of a spirituality and magical tradition as old and advanced as the Druids, yet still whole. I did not have to explain our concepts twice or have to justify our ancestral beliefs as one might have to when speaking with Europeans.


For our second video conference hosted at the Bolivian embassy Aes Dana Druidess Kate joined me. It is important for their to be a balance of energies, male and female, and of perspectives as represent our traditions. Following this successful meeting we arranged for a third visit to the embassy. We wanted the Amauta to meet other elders of our tradition, women as well as men, and to share and widen the connection that was already forming. We invited leading members of the most representative, knowledgable and influential Druid and Pagan groups in Britain.


These included OBOD, Pagan Federation, Fellowship of Isis (Druid Clan of Dana).


I thank them for immediately agreeing to be present in this circle and for their total support to Aes Dana. They were all very well qualified to represent our tradition on the exchange but all were noble enough to encourage Aes Dana, a very small grove, to represent us all in Bolivia.


Central to Aes Dana Grove is the town of Amesbury in Wiltshire, who’s mayor and people have recently embraced our grove and sought to reconnect with the ancient traditions and legacy of Stonehenge. With their blessing and encouragement we would be representing the people of this little town which boast one of the best fine art galleries to be found anywhere ‘the forge’.


I asked Andy and Michelle who run the Forge if they could make a unique gift for the Amautas to mark our historic meeting. Michelle presented us with a steel disc weighing around 7 Kg with an image in the centre of trilathon of Stonehenge surrounded by the three hares of the Celtic Goddess…perfect symbolism.

So it was that two Druids, myself and Kate, found ourselves at Heathrow airport about to set off into unknown territory for the Stonehenge Druids and on our way to greet the great Amauta priests of Tiwanaku. What would our two great traditions, both with our roots in the prehistoric make of one another?

Will we get along?

Will we have anything in common between our spiritualities?

Will we gain insights into the mysteries of our ancient pasts?

Will we find missing answers to questions and challenges of today?


To be continued…

The Ancestor Story

Many tens of thousands of people in the northern hemisphere look forwards to celebrating Summer Solstice.

This is the longest day of the year and the herald of warm lazy days when the corn ripens in the fields, birds sing, and families head for the beach.

It is also the time on around June 21st that between twenty and forty thousand people will point the bonnets of their buses cars and vans in the direction of one of the greatest seasonal celebrations of Mother Nature and the ancestors taking place in the world today. It is possibly also one of the oldest religious traditions, having started more than 5000 years ago. It is summer solstice at Stonehenge.

Access to Stonehenge  is strictly controlled by the powers that be, and only opens up to everyone on four special days every year, including the Summer Solstice.  Stonehenge is rightly designated a ‘World Heritage Site’, and wrongly treated as a money spinning tourist attraction when it is primarily a temple of the natural belonging to the people. By people I refer to those alive today and to those ancient dead buried in a circle around the inside of Stonehenge’s ditch and bank enclosure.

In 2008, without any consultation with the Druids, Her Majesties government authorised the removal of the human remains that were first buried at Stonehenge when she was brand new, and the great sarsen stones had not yet been put in place. These were likely the Royal Dynasty who belonged to a golden age in Britain that existed long before Iron brought forth war and discord. These ancestors are considered by the Druids to be the ‘guardians of Stonehenge’.

We have been protesting and fighting for their return ever since, and relations between the Druids and the secular authorities that run Stonehenge were taking a battering by the beginning of 2010. It was becoming clear concern to us by then that despite time limitations to the research licence, the establishment had no intention of returning our great ancestors for reburial.

In February 2010 I received a message from a good friend that a couple he knew living near Amesbury had made a statue and were hoping to unveil it at Spring equinox. They were hoping that the Stonehenge Druids might be present and give a blessing. I receive many requests from people to help with ‘hand-fasting, baby naming, blessings and sometimes with funerals but I have to admit that being asked to bless a statue is something new.

I phoned the artists ‘Andy and Michelle’ to find out more. They told me that they were building a statue out of steel that represented the essence of our ancestors. They told me that he represents ‘everybodies ancestor’ and that ‘we have forgotten to be grateful to them’. I couldn’t agree more with this sentiment!

He would, if everything went to plan, be finished in time for Spring Equinox and be placed next to the A303 at Solstice Park about two miles from Stonehenge. It was obvious immediately from talking with Michelle and Andy that they are lovely genuine and down to earth people. I wanted to help them. There was a strange synchronicity present in one of the Druids so tied into fighting for the ancestors to be asked to bless a statue of one. This kind of coincidence is not to be taken lightly by a Druid. I sensed that the gods had an interest in this.

Andy and Michelle sent to me a picture of the ancestors head…then it struck me…this face was rugged and strong, yet gentle. It was the face of a man with the power of a warrior but the heart of a poet and the earthy essence of a farmer. It was also MASSIVE ! I had pictured in my imagination a man my size, kneeling he would be 4 foot tall at most. Judging by this mighty head Andy and Michelle were building a Giant to stand as tall as a house. “Oh wow!” I cried.

From childhood I have always been able to draw and paint, and it is my hobby still. I can say with honesty that I am very good. Whilst at University studying IT I shared digs for a while with a gaggle of art students. These people rubbish my drawings of things that looked like life and splashed paint randomly on huge canvasses and then wrote essays about how this work expressed their feelings. The essence of modern art seems to be the story that goes with the artist, the high price tag that can go with a modern abstract is dependent upon the artists brand and not the art itself.

I will come back to this point later, but the essential truth (as I see it) behind much modern art is that it is sometimes produced by messed up people without talent or a sense of beauty. As a result we end up with animals sawn in two and unmade beds winning prizes, cities with architecture that only recognises the power of the right angle glass and steel and a largely alienated public who just don’t get it. The artists get away with this shambolic display by making such art the preserve of intellectual elite…all of whom have gone to schools of art.

Do you remember the story of the emperor’s clothes?

Anyway, back to the giant statue, being constructed by Andy and Michelle. There was bad news. Even as planning consent to locate him next to the A303 was delayed making his blessing on the Equinox impossible, he was still not finished. The artists were feeling ‘gutted’.

Let me tell you a little about Andy and Michelle. They are extra ordinary people precisely because they are ordinary. They run a small business fabricating bits for cars, gates, jewellery from a shed a stones throw away from Stonehenge but they are not the product of art school. Andy was an apprentice served car body worker for British Leyland, Michelle was a nurse. They have suffered and struggled, they have endured through life and always with a sense of optimism and vision that most of us do not have.

Around ten years ago they both decided to launch their ARMetalCraft business making whatever the community needed, yet with a passion to create things that were beautiful and which would inspire.

They do not want to be wealthy. They want to turn their skills towards helping others, teaching others who have yet to find a way, how to create with metal. And somehow, these two embody the spirit of inspiring others that Stonehenge began. They continue the ancient arts of bronze and silver working that began in Amesbury at the time of Stonehenge being finished.

Then it occurred to me. I had an idea so audacious that I laughed out loud and wondered to myself if I had any hope of making it happen. I phoned Andy and Michelle and asked them

“How would you like to bring ‘the ancestor’ to Stonehenge as an honoured guest of the Druids to greet the sun on mid summers day?”

“Really??!” exclaimed Michelle.

I wasn’t sure myself. Could we pull this off?

This was a long shot all round. We would first have to persuade English Heritage that it was a good idea to bring a 7 ton giant man into the world heritage site and sit him on grass so protected that you are not even permitted to stick a tent peg into it. Then we would have to work out how to get him in there. We would have to meet every health and safety assessment. We would need insurance, and he would need to be finished in time.

I presented a formal request to Peter Carson, Stonehenge Director, together with photos plans and the benefits to bringing him there. High up amidst the benefits was that he would provide a second focus of attention that would help ease the dense mass of people all trying to be in the Stones at the same time. Peter came to see the statue with myself and his staff at Andy and Michelle’s workshop. Still taking shape, his body in two halves, we found Andy and Michelle wearing leather aprons, covered in dust and blobs of weld down to earth as ever putting a kettle on for their guests.

I have to say that I have never seen Peter or his professional team look so excited. To their great credit they got the idea instantly. They were enthusiastic but there were a number of conditions attached. We would have to keep the ancestors appearance a total secret until he appeared in the field, lest summer solstice attract more pilgrims than it could cope with. Any leaks and the deal would be off. We would need an engineer’s report, stability test, insurance, transport, base plate to distribute the weight…..

I visited the Ancestor several times whilst he was taking shape.

Plasma cutters were used to cut ‘by hand’ thousands of steel plates of random shapes and roughly half an inch thick. These were then welded together around a giant frame designed by Andy. All of the pieces had to be assembled by eye and Michelle has that very rare ability to visualise and create in three dimensions. The ancestor is no hollow shell designed to last 30 years, the ingenious frame starts with steel beams cut shaped and bolted together with precision weighing most at the base to insure stability. I would be willing to bet that the ancestor could hold a 4×4 car in each hand and still stand for at least 300 years.

He sailed through the Engineers report.

Peter had a fairly hard time persuading his bosses but they eventually gave him the go ahead. Local Amesbury people wanted a role in this and Andy and Michelle are always willing to share with others. In strict secrecy, my Druid grove, local scouts and guides, the students of nearby schools and colleges all created decorations for the Ancestor. Andy and Michelle worked around the clock and even borrowed money to get the Ancestor finished in time.

It was so special to be a part of this. The whole Amesbury community started to come together in support of their ‘secret’ project. In the 21st century, with media, cameras and gossips everywhere empowered by the internet, the people of Amesbury built a great sculpture in total secrecy and the few local media who found out about him kept their silence too. Everyone was caught up in Andy and Michelle’s vision, and a giant Ancestor ‘returning to Stonehenge’ a place of the ancestors who’s most ancient name is ‘the giants dance’.

The day before Solstice eve Andy and Michelle, helped by a local haulage firm, carried the ancestor through the gates of the temple field. English Heritage staff spontaneously ran out to stand either side of the gate and cheered as the Ancestor came through.

That evening as the sun set all the people from the community who had helped with the Ancestor came and stood around him. I led the Stonehenge Druids in a circle of blessing, the community joined in. “We call to the ancestors, we call to the spirits of nature, and we call to the great ones…”

The following evening Andy, Michelle and the Ancestor stood alone in the field alongside Stonehenge awaiting the arrival of 25000 celebrants.

When we eventually arrived at the temple field we looked at the EH press release regarding the ancestor and it made no mention what so ever of the Druids. Bloody typical!

All night long we played music, danced and rejoiced in the presence of this great reminder of the ancient ancestors of mankind. They were great, truly great. People loved the ancestor, and wanted to know all about him. Girls took turns to pat his bottom, apparently he has a very nice one.

He received mentions on some websites and news channels around the world but in the UK he was strangely kept out of nearly all of the reports. It seems that the media often go to Stonehenge looking only for trouble to report. The story of a giant returning to ‘the giants dance’, the remarkable story of two inspired ordinary people and their art bringing a community together, the best kept secret project since the D-Day landings, Stonehenge and the Druids wasn’t what they wanted to report. Instead the main conversation was about litter.


Andy and Michelle make even ordinary things extraordinarily beautiful. Their art involves people, it tells a story, it lifts hearts and it inspires. Yet doors have been closed to them when seeking art contracts simply because they do not come from the established schools of art.

Let’s now state the obvious. The rubbish often presenting itself as art, that our councils and other authorities commission and place into our communities is usually over priced scrap that completely fails to inspire anyone but ensures distribution of public money to the already well established. Amesbury love their ‘Ancestor’ and want to keep him in Amesbury. 

With the 2012 Olympics coming up and world attention on British culture isn’t it totally appropriate that a small Wiltshire community get to keep a unique, beautiful and inspirational piece of historic local art where he is?

Millions are spent preserving Britain’s historic culture in a state of mothballed stasis, but little goes to help the living, breathing and evolving traditions. Someone out there can help.

People ‘get’ Andy and Michelle’s art, it touches them. The Ancestor has made history by being probably the first contemporary art installation placed into an ancient world heritage site and certainly the first to visit Stonehenge; the only one to receive an invitation from the Druids. He is loved by the people of Amesbury, from the school children who decorated him all the way up to the lord Mayor.

Please enjoy these pictures of the Ancestor.

The Ancestor can be seen today at the Holiday Inn, Solstice Park on the A303 west bound.

Andy and Michelle can be contacted via