Oh the mysterious marvel that is Stonehenge. Yes, it's ultra touristy, but hey... I'm a tourist! And having missed out on getting up and close and personal on my last trip to England, instead settling for peeking through the barbed wire fence along the highway (hey, we were young, budget-concious and the exchange rate at the time was 2.5 aussie to the pound!) I thought it was about time I make a proper acquaintance.
The landscape was quite breathtakingly beautiful, the monolithic stones surrounded by vast plains... I was so thankful that the much-prayed for weather held up long enough for me to wander around and take it all in. However as much as I tried to soak in the audio guide and all the information about the origins and theories of Stonehenge, the bitter cold was terribly distracting and all I could think about was a nice big cup of earl grey from the Visitors Centre.
On the drive up I couldn't help but remember my last time driving along these roads, 10 years ago - and technically it wasn't I that was driving (it would take me another 5 years to get my license!) but I do recall being the designated navigator for much of the trip. I remembered us getting ridiculously lost at points, in particular at this crazy roundabout that we circled numerous times and apparently almost had an accident in! But in spite of all the mishaps along the way, it was definitely a fun experience and I missed having the girls along for the ride.
Medy, Anna, Mon & Daisy - perhaps a europe girls reunion is in order? ; )