Food miles — at least as we now know them — weren’t a concern for this island’ inhabitants making the long trip to Stonehenge for what may very well be some of the country’s first large-scale food festivals, albeit possibly less secular than the ones we undertake today.
For them — the long, long trip they’d set out on, by foot, river, maybe by sea — food miles merely meant how foot-sore they’d be by the time they arrived at their destination.
And they took their pigs with them; this piece shows that this was seen very much as part of the rituals around these meetings — it wasn’t sufficient merely to capture, cook & eat pigs from the local area. No, they had to make the quite substantial effort needed to get live pigs (an animal, unlike, cows or sheep not known for their driveability) there to be killed and eaten.
Human’s have always got together to eat, drink, talk, debate, laugh. No reason to find this practice in anyway unusual therefore, but it’s a lovely vision of roast pork & crackling eaten in the shadows of the standing stones.
And what breeds were they? No one has yet answered that one…