Well now where did I leave off?

Ah yes we'd just done building our chicken houses and nobody knew what they were.

Also they didn't know how we moved the stones and crazy theories from rafts to giants have been proposed.

Well actually, we just picked the damned things up and carried them. Not like Obelisk in the Asteryx cartoons, no one person could carry one they are too darned heavy.

So a lot of us joined together to do it. We put a lot of logs under them and, with several blokes on each end of each log, we just picked them up and walked with them.

It took as a few tries to get organised because we kept tripping over each other. Then someone came up with the idea that if we kept in step then we wouldn't tangle up.

So off we went Huuuup, Left, Right, Left, Right. Actually we used our own words for left and right, which were Hay and Hi. And to this day you can hear soldiers at Aldershot using these very words, Hay, Hi, Hay, Hi, Hay, Hi, Hayeee!

We couldn't carry them very far before we had to stop and take a break. We had about twenty breaks every day and we'd all gorge ourselves on cheese sandwiches (Long before the famous Earl claimed to have invented them) and scrumpy.

Now in those days cheese was mined at a local place named Cheddar. Of course, with all of us guys, moving all of those stones, and taking all of those breaks, we ate an awful lot of cheese. Finally we exhausted the Cheddar mine and nothing was left except this bloody great hole in the ground.

As we had gorged ourselves on it's contents, this hole was named Cheddar Gorge.

But with all the cheese gone, we had to come up with a substitute, and they started making this stuff from sour milk, which they now call cheese. It doesn't taste as good as the real stuff used to.

Aaah, those were the days!