Visiting Stonehenge

With my trip to England this month, I thought it would be fun to share again my reflection on a past visit–specifically, to Stonehenge.  I don’t plan to head out that way this time, but here’s a story about the last time I was there.

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I swear Stonehenge was laughing at us.

Not literally, of course, I don’t mean it like that.  But in a metaphorical, immense, stony kind of way, Stonehenge was definitely laughing.

I think Stonehenge is maybe about an hour or two bus ride outside of London.  I say “bus ride” because I think tour buses are all that go there; tour buses and druids, maybe.  I was on a tour bus when I went there.  Tour buses usually make me sleepy, which is why I’m not so sure about the time length to get there.  I woke up quick when we got there though.  Stonehenge is not something to be slept through.

Everyone piled off the bus and the tour guide herded us through the turnstiles.  There is an admission charge for Stonehenge.  Doesn’t seem entirely right, that.  We had to walk past the gift shop (there’s always a gift shop) and then through a tunnel under the road.  They’ve been talking about moving the road, and also the gift shop and the parking lot and that way Stonehenge would be out by itself.  People would walk over the fields to reach Stonehenge, and reclaim that natural, earthy feeling.  It sounds nice.  But they were talking about it last time I was there too, and they still haven’t done anything about it, so we’ll see.

Having been there before, I wasn’t surprised this time when I came up out of the tunnel—not by the crowds or by the ropes.

            The sheep, though…I didn’t remember the sheep.  There is a road near Stonehenge, but there’s also a lot of green fields, and some of them (fairly close ones too) had sheep in them, albeit behind a fence.  The sheep just stood there, poking their noses into the grass and staring placidly at the crazy humans come to look at the big old rocks.  I wondered if the farmers mind all the tourists.  Not much they can do though, and anyway, that has to be the ultimate case of coming to the nuisance.

I was talking about the ropes and the crowds, wasn’t I?  Well, there’s both around Stonehenge—ropes and crowds.  On account of the ropes, the crowds can’t actually get in amongst the stones.  As a result they tend to cluster at the point nearest the tunnel entrance, up against the ropes.  I walked all the way around.  You can do that, and by the time you walk halfway the crowds have thinned dramatically.

I’d so like to touch Stonehenge.  Not to do anything to it, just to put my palm flat against it and touch it.  It’s a hard impulse to explain.  It’s about connecting with something so old, making that connection to time and history.  There’s something quieting about Stonehenge.  So solid, so immense, so immovable.  History ebbs and flows around it and Stonehenge remains.  It was there before the Windsors, before William the Conqueror, before King Arthur, before the Romans; it’s been there for so long that no one really knows anymore how it got there to begin with.  However it happened, someone a long, long time ago built something that’s still there—not complete and entire anymore but still there—five thousand years later.

And what does modern man do?  We put a rope up around it and tell everyone that they can’t get too close.  As if it was fragile or something.

I know, I know—people are idiots; someone would think it was clever to carve their name into Stonehenge.  They have to protect it somehow.  But really—post a guard or something, because those ropes just look silly.  They’re maybe a foot off the ground, and, next to those huge weathered boulders, they look as strong as candy floss by comparison.

That’s why Stonehenge was laughing.  It was there before our civilization was born, it’ll be there after it’s gone.  They can put ropes up and keep everyone at a distance, but it’ll be there after the ropes too.

When I had looked my fill I walked back to the gift shop and bought a shirt.  There were two options; I chose the one that just said “Stonehenge” and showed the silhouette with a blue night sky wheeling above.  I rejected the one with the red sky that said “Stonehenge Rocks.”  I like puns probably better than the next person, but that’s just silly and undignified.  Stonehenge may be laughing, but for all that, it is still extremely dignified.

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10 Responses to Visiting Stonehenge

  1. Rocktopus says:

    You’ve clearly never been to Stonehenge @ summer or winter solstice. Anyone can touch the stones, it’s a bit of a wild party and the druids won’t stop you from getting to the Stones, but if you do anything as silly as trying to climb them, carve your name in them etc… a thousand people’ll stop you. The site is under plans for renovation, removal of the roads, visitor centre further away and so on but we’re still working on getting English heritage to return the Ancestors’ Bones. Check out Arturus Rex on facebook if you want to know more.

    • I’d love to go for solstice some time, but no opportunity yet. I hear they’ve been talking about moving that road for at least ten years…maybe some day!

  2. msheehan42 says:

    You should check out MY blog post about a book about Stonehenge. All of my preconceptions were completely destroyed.

  3. I believe the ropes are removed when the druids come to celebrate the equinoxes…you could touch the stone if you could successfully pass as a druid I guess 😛

  4. Dennis says:

    It’s a shame Stonehenge has to be roped off. It’d be so nice to get up really close. As usual, a few idiots spoil things for everybody.

  5. Gabrielle says:

    There’s a book called Ancestors of Avalon (I cant remember who it was by) where part of it is about building stonehenge.

  6. dianem57 says:

    I think it was dignified, too, when I was there. You describe the whole scene very accurately. I wish the Brits would just spend the money and move the tourist-y stuff farther away, so visitors can get a better feel of what those stones were like when they were in the middle of nowhere. It does help to walk around to the back side. Funny how so many tourists don’t do that. At least you CAN see it from all sides. That’s something. It is a treasure for the world, an amazing link to humankind’s far distant past.

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