Stonehenge 2013

Our return to the north took us right by Stonehenge, so we had to stop. I have seen it perhaps half a dozen times, Vicki more, but still, always, get that visceral feeling. It never fails to impress.

It was a Saturday afternoon in late June, and of course we
had the place pretty much to ourselves

One of the caretakers was kind enough to snap this photo
of us at the great monument

OK, I lied; there were a couple dozen tour buses and 100s of
cars and thousands of people there; as always; two nights
before was the solstice and 20,000 people were on the grounds
(which English Heritage opens on such special occasions);
some of the, um, pilgrims and worshippers were still there;
here, a group calling itself "The Spirits of the Oak"

Their Green Man; hey, I am into the spirits of
the oak (fine wines, cognac, whiskies aging in oak
barrels) as much as the next guy, so in an amazing
video coming soon, as soon as I upload it to
YouTube, you'll see me falling in with them

Our journey continued north, past this pretty White Horse,
to a lay by near Avebury and Silbury Hill where we spent the
next couple of days