not your average henge

i've heard so many neutral, if not negative, things about visiting stonehenge. it's small. it's unimpressive. it's lame. it's a letdown. well, i liked it. so there.

we took a day trip, so we didn't have to sit behind the wheel for the six-hour round trip. that definitely helped. maybe people who live close to stonehenge like it better because they don't spend all morning sitting in traffic on the M25 trying to get there and then not being able to have a pint of beer in salisbury before making the three-hour trip back to suffolk.

on the way there, it snowed. it rained. we were stuck in traffic for an hour. a baby cried. the heat didn't work, and then went on full blast. but by the time we got there it was the middle of a dramatically brilliant sunny spell with an icy winter wind that made me happy to have worn my hat. it was a beautiful sight on a beautiful day with good company and someone else to drive us home so we could enjoy a pint in salisbury together after seeing england's tallest church spire.

at around 5,000 years old, this is my oldest european toppled stone columns yet.