Bucket List: Stonehenge
I know the feedback about Stonehenge is normally that it's just a bunch of rocks so what's all the fuss, but none the less it's been on my bucket list since forever and so a few weekends ago a small group of us got into my little Daisy and went off on the just over 2 hour drive to visit the 'bunch of rocks' in the middle of nowhere.
I have to say, the initial impact of Stonehenge left a lot to be desired. We'd already paid £14.50 each to get into it but as you drive down the road to the entry the rocks look tiny and there were a few comments along the lines of 'I've paid £14.50 for this?'. By the time we rocked up to the parking lot our minds weren't changing very quickly, it was cold and windy and it looked like a giant shed in the middle of fields.
Once we started having a look around it was actually pretty interesting. The little mud huts (I'm sure there's a much more scientific name for that) were pretty cool. I do tend to like things more when there are a few laughs involved, which there were courtesy of the 'tour guide' type guy standing inside one of them. I don't think Kathryn quite figured out whether he was real or fake (a trip to Madame Tussards will do that to you!) and turned around and ran out so quickly that I couldn't help but laugh. Needless to say he was real and more than happy to talk to us about some of the theories surrounding Stonehenge.
I have to say, the initial impact of Stonehenge left a lot to be desired. We'd already paid £14.50 each to get into it but as you drive down the road to the entry the rocks look tiny and there were a few comments along the lines of 'I've paid £14.50 for this?'. By the time we rocked up to the parking lot our minds weren't changing very quickly, it was cold and windy and it looked like a giant shed in the middle of fields.
Once we started having a look around it was actually pretty interesting. The little mud huts (I'm sure there's a much more scientific name for that) were pretty cool. I do tend to like things more when there are a few laughs involved, which there were courtesy of the 'tour guide' type guy standing inside one of them. I don't think Kathryn quite figured out whether he was real or fake (a trip to Madame Tussards will do that to you!) and turned around and ran out so quickly that I couldn't help but laugh. Needless to say he was real and more than happy to talk to us about some of the theories surrounding Stonehenge.
They also had a replica of one of the stones used to create Stonehenge that you could try to pull and it would tell you how many extra people you'd need to be able to move it. We all had a look, and a try, some might say we're a little competitive ;)
Once we were ready to go and see the actual rocks we got on one of their little shuttle buses...I wasn't really feeling like a half hour walk to the stones in the cold. So not disappointed with that decision because we seemingly joined some sort of tour group for the 5 minute drive and found out some interesting information about blue stones and their so called medicinal properties.
You can't really tell in this picture, but Stonehenge has a road running right by it and sheep just chillin on either side of it. It really is a bundle of rocks in the middle of nowhere.
Needless to say it didn't take us long to get into selfie taking mode, because you can't go to a world heritage listed site and not take about a million and one selfies. You make your own fun friends!
One of those theories that the kind 'not sure if you're a wax figure or not' tour guide shared with us is that women probably created this formation. He reasons it with the fact that men would have just left all the rocks in a pile and walked away.
After we'd sufficiently frozen our fingers and noses we headed back to the shuttle which took us to the gift shop where I spent a terrible amount of money on the most delicious chutney and other random things. We decided to try and find a pub for lunch afterwards but that was a mission and a half since everywhere was serving a carvery, so we ended up at one of the old trusty pubs that do the same thing where ever you are. Either way it was pretty good and we headed back to Essex delightfully full and frozen.
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