When you drive down the M3 on your way to Stonehenge, there is a point where you round a bend, and suddenly, there it is.
"Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh My God, Is That It? There it is!"
Nestled in between the motorway and the road to Salisbury sits one of the most iconic visions in the world. It's a bit surreal really. Commuters zip past it on their way to work everyday.
We got to Stonehenge early on a frosty Monday morning. Owen had lobbied hard for the special tickets that allowed us in an hour before opening, and also allowed up-close access inside the circle. We LOVED the small splurge! Our family had Stonehenge at sunrise completely to ourselves for the first half hour!
It's very different inside the stone circle. From a distance you feel the monumental importance, the centuries of reverence, the AWE of the place. From inside it feels somehow more human, more personal. We imagined the sweat and commitment that it took to drag these massive stones for miles, to hoist them into place. We pointed out to each other the joinery that held them together. We watched as the crows flew in and out of the nests they had made in the huge vertical slabs.
In preparation for the visit we'd read up and watched videos on the history of Stonehenge. This was one of those BEST OF home-schooling moments for us. To be there. To wander. It was pretty awesome. We're lucky people.