Old School Rock. Heavy, man

This weekend we (finally!) visited Stonehenge, near Salisbury. Tina drove the four of us (Tina, Chris, Danielle and me) along with an excessive amount of picnic food -- it's not that there was confusion about who was bringing what, it's just that we didn't trust Chris to pack more than pre-made sandwiches :-D.



So we got to Stonehenge in a couple of hours, then sat in a field and ate and drank as much as we could, with the occasional frisbee session or kick of the footy to get our appetites back up to par. It really was fun -- we had salads, cheeses, biscuits, brownies, chicken, smoked meats, salami, all washed down with apple cider (how very English!). Then of course it was time to crack open the strawberries and cava (which is like champagne, but Spanish rather than french).



So we were all very full when it came time to waddle around the stones. It's all roped off from quite a distance now -- back in '77 you could actually climb on them, and in earlier times people would chip bits off for good luck or their healing properties! You get a free audioguide, which is why everyone appears to be talking on their mobile phones.

Each one of these rocks weighs something like the equivalent of 7 elephants, and work began on Stonehenge about 5,000 years ago. Which goes to show you just can't trust builders, I guess.

We eventually got home kind of late, so I'm tired today.