I remember the first time I visited Stonehenge. It seems like just yesterday. Fifteen, freezing, and fatigued, I vividly remember thinking “nice…a lovely little pile of rocks.” This time around, I was most definitely freezing (#Texanproblems) and fatigued, but no longer fifteen unfortunately…or perhaps fortunately.
This time around, there was something incredibly peaceful about yet another one of my favorite World Heritage Sites. I love the fact that like the pyramids of Giza, no one has a clue how Stonehenge came to be. That mystery can definitely be felt as you take a turn around the stones that date back to between 2000 and 3000 BC.
If you’re staying in London, it is incredibly easy to get there. There are countless tours that can take you, or if you’re up for a drive, it is just a few hours outside the city. I recommend going in the morning, and if you’re around town during the Summer Solstice, you will have an “interesting” people watching experience. I did this back in 2007 when I was living in the UK, and it was a rather unique experience.
Countless tales have been told about how the stones came into place. Was it a bunch of aliens? Or perhaps the Druids coming to offer their blessings?
British poet Layamon referenced Stonehenge in one of his most notable poems:
The stones are great
And magic power they have
Men that are sick
Fare to that stone
And they wash that stone
And with that water bathe away their sickness
Here a few pictures from my visit. If you have visited this magical place, please feel free to share!