After a five hour drive we arrived in Salisbury, where we were privileged to be able to spend dawn within the stones at the greatest of megalithic monuments. It’s hard to describe how this felt, as the last time I was among the stones was at the 1984 festival, when I followed the druid procession and saw the sun rise beside the heel stone in a beautiful display. It was amazing to be there then among thousands of celebrating people, quite a contrast to the peace I found this morning. Prior to the festival I had been to the henge several times with my parents and I remember playing soccer as a young boy among the stones and eating our sandwiches while sitting on a fallen megalith .
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Today was grey and foggy, but beautiful. Â Crows and ravens populate the site, nesting in spaces upon the trilithons.
