Offering Strange Merchandise

Firstly, it was a great delight to be able officially to declare the Standing Stones open. Thirty-six beautifully arranged blocks of concrete, painted in a weatherproof buff polymer, then sandblasted to resemble sarsen.
And the Easter Full Moon festival was just the right time. Full of the hope of spring, resurrection, new life and fluffy bunnies. Particularly the fluffy bunnies. We know what sells, at the Beaker Folk of Husborne Crawley.
Now we just have to await the Summer Solstice, to make sure that Hnaef's measurements were precise and the sun rises over the Amazon Warehouse in just the alignment that he predicted.

Meanwhile, I hate to spread a damper over the general eastery feelings but we seem to have an unauthorised producer of merchandise in the camp. I've noticed a number of people's 4x4s have acquired such as "Druids do it under the mistletoe", "Show us your Beaker, Big Boy" or "Honk if you don't think Eileen's a very good archdruid". Naturally, we can't name names until we've proof of who has been offering this strange merchandise for sale - but Drayton Parslow springs instantly to mind. The Beaker Folk of Husborne Crawley are a spiritual and serious attempt to discover a link between post-modern post-christendom church paradigms and the roots of our English past. As such, the brand is damaged by such tacky offerins. I - I mean, the Community, with me as nominal representative - own the copyright in the Beaker Folk, and the words Druid and Mistletoe. And we're not afraid to defend it in court.