Will forever remind me of getting up ridiculously early in Kent for our long drive down to Somerset for the annual family holiday.
No M25, so it required a tortuous journey through Kent and then across the Hog's Back, past Stonehenge, and down tiny roads to get to where we stayed, a farm called Landfall IIRC.
My older brother used to play Tubular Bells (and, subsequently, Hergest Ridge and Ommadawn) on a primitive Philips cassette tape recorder. Magical stuff!
We would then have a competition to see who could spot the first Buzzard of the holidays.
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