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Standing alone on a windswept hill ... is the ancient burial mound known as West Kennett Long Barrow. It is visited by many tourists and passers-by, but there is one visitor older than any other. He has been coming here for the past 5,000 years ... He appears outside the eastern end of the barrow at dawn. Tall and dressed in a white cloak, this old man stands to face the sunrise. At his side is a large, powerful dog with a white shaggy coat and reddish ears. Silently, this strange pair watch the sun come up over the Marlborough Downs; then they turn and enter the tomb. They are, presumably, the phantoms of a priest from ancient times and his dog. Or perhaps the tall man is the ghost of one of those buried within. Whoever he is, this man and his dog must qualify as among the oldest ghosts in Britain.
Haunted Places of Wiltshire, Rupert Matthews, Countryside Books, 2004, pp.78-79

How'd the bluidy sassenach get hold of a deerhound?

... by the time we were leaving Avebury the sun was already setting and we hurried along to West Kennett in our little car. We parked in the lay-by opposite Silbury Hill, which looked magnificent in the fading light ... There was no one else around; most people who were visiting had no doubt left before the darkness set in ... I could not help feeling a shiver run up my spine as we approached the Long Barrow, for it seems to sit like some great crouching dragon on the landscape. It was silhouetted on the horizon as the sun was setting, with a few of the first stars appearing in a cold blue sky ... My husband was striding along the long top of the barrow ... I left him to it ... and I scrambled down into the mouth of the tomb. I stood for some time at the entrance, peeping cautiously into what looked like a gaping hole of blackness ... At last, with some trepidation, I plucked up the courage to enter the tomb. The first thing I noticed was how warm it was inside ... It smelled wonderfully earthy, and there was a sweet edge to that smell ... Other peole had apparently recently visited and left incense, candles, flowers and apples, like some kind of offering to forgotten gods ... I think it was then that I started to feel a little dizzy, or "heady" as I call it ... I decided that maybe it would be best to get out of the tomb and go and take some fresh air ... [but] I suddenly found I had become stationary. My mouth had gone quite dry, and my heart was pounding so loudly that I could hear it ... I could hear what could only be described as a sort of sighing, breathing sound, which seemed to fill up the whole chamber with its presence. I was rooted to the spot with fear and the uncertainty of not knowing what might happen next. I tried to call for my husband, but only a croak came out of my throat. Then, in the darkness, it was as if many pairs of hands caressed me, on the face, the soulders and back. I wanted to scream but nothing came out. Sweat stood out on my cheeks. The loud breathing sound increased; I thought that I might actually faint. Then, at last, I was able to run out of the tomb.
Sonia Smith, Wiltshire : Stories of the Supernatural, Countryside Books, 2007, pp.40-42