Our route back from Birmingham took us near Stonehenge, at which point Ginger declared “Rebbie will never forgive me if I don’t go see it.”

I will admit to being reluctant, and to be honest I think my fears were confirmed. It was far to organised and touristy to be a spiritual experience, I mean why is the grass mown? Did the ancients have lawn mowers? A few sheep to keep it in check perhaps. No majesty, no grandeur, just a pile of big stones.

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