Old stone structures — remains of walls, foundations, still-standing buildings — they are all a dime a dozen in Great Britain. Or, one could say, a tuppence a dozen?
We saw Roman stone, Georgian stone, Victorian stone, ancient pre-Roman stone, and, I suppose, even new stone. And everything in between.
Seeing Stonehenge was moving. It was a gray drizzly day, just to remind us we were in England. It was part of a tour that wove together small villages, green hills, narrow lanes, modern highways, ancient sites, and eerie echoes of unknown fellow humans, so much like us yet so different, who have come before. It did just what travel should do: put us in perspective with who and what has been, is now, and will be. We are one of many players all of whom wish the world did indeed revolve about them, even upon realizing that we are but specks, ideas realized in fleeting form, called upon to repair the world — we hope.