The Unlikely Angels

Dear Daisy

I wanted to thank you so much for organising the wonderful visit to Stonehenge which my friend Karen and I so enjoyed Sunday morning, and for allowing us to be a part of it. It was a stunning experience with lovely people to share it with - a wonderful happy memory to keep. I just wanted to let you know the post script to Karen and my Stonehenge adventure in the 1973 VW van! As you know the beautiful old van (which is a bit temperamental) had carried us down to Stonehenge around the Wiltshire countryside and via a curry in Amesbury to the Long Barrow alongside the stones where it lost total power to the engine and electrics at Midnight! We coasted to a standstill and camped up for the night philosophical that we had arrived at our destination and it could all be sorted out in the morning and at worst we could be towed home by the AA (as it had been several times before).

In the morning, as everyone gathered - when we made mention of the fact that the van had 'died' the night before - everyone said the angels would help us. 'Had we asked the Angels?' I felt that the angels probably had much more important things to deal with than an old van, and when everyone departed for breakfast Karen and I brewed a cup of tea as we decided on our course of action.

Suddenly a car came racing up Long Barrow and came to an abrupt halt right next to the van, and out poured 3 young men. It felt a bit like they were invading our space and reverie as there was no one else around and they quite literally parked on top of us! 'Alright?' they asked and we said we were fine but the van was not and would they give us a jump start. They said they would after they had looked at the stones. As good as their word 15 minutes later they came back and a jump start proved futile as the problem was more complicated than a flat battery. It transpired that they were on a road trip weekend from Staffordshire, sleeping in their Volvo - and two of the young men were mechanics - and they set about under, inside and around the van determined to get it started. 40 minutes later they found a burnt out fuse which was replaced and the van started beautifully!

They stood back pleased that they had finally got it going and I said to them that at our special visit to the stones we had been told that the angels would help us and that they were the angels that had come to our aid! They visibly grew and beamed at the thought and we shared a cup of tea and chocolate biscuits before they left!

Karen and I started on our journey back to London discussing the possibility that angels come in many forms and just maybe they could be 3 young lads from Stoke in a clapped out Volvo!

It was a beautiful end to a beautiful and amazing experience at Stonehenge - thank you Daisy

Rachel (and Karen) x