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Stone Henge

If you read the previous blog, then you'll know that recently I went down to Devon for the weekend, and along the way, much to my delight, passed Stone Henge. For me Stone Henge seemed to be one of those places that are in the UK, but I never really knew where - kind of adding to its mythical air.


Unfortunately I wasn't in the car on my own, so my first glances were passing, but on the way back to Winchester we made a mini-detour and availed ourselves of the car-park. From there I grabbed my camera, picked my way through the cars, crossed the road and found myself face-t0-face with a fence.

That's right, you'll need to pay to get into Stone Henge - not much, but remember to take your wallet with you when you get out the car. Instead I tried to take some pics through the wire...

People seem to like to take pictures of the stones set against the sunset. I had two problems: 1. Loads of selfish people who insisted on standing in the way & 2. Wrong time of day. But I haven't let that stop me from bringing you the moment... enjoy :)

Surrounding Stone Henge are a number of mounds. These are not giant camels that were playing a game of hide-and-seek, but, I'm told, they are ancient burial grounds...

Another mound...

Do you see dead people?

A last sneaky-peak at the stones

For those planning to visit Stone Henge, here are a few things you should know before-hand. If there's more you want to know why not click here, or here!




Enjoy,


Lucky

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  1. It's absurd and a disgrace that you have to pay to walk around the stones. Regardless of price, it should be free admission to all who want to experience it.

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