The grey stones covered with greenish and orange lichen look like a giant child’s play area.
Some stones still stand upright, in a circle. Others are on the ground, as if knocked down in a moment of frustration. There are gaps in the circle as if some pieces were taken away, or have not been put in yet.
Bright green grass separates the stone circle from a rounded path along which people walk around the monument, their faces turned toward the stones.
Beyond the path a herd of sheep pays no attention to stones or humans, concentrating on finding the juiciest bits of grass.
This is Stonehenge.
An ancient place of … well, we don’t really know what.