Even if I had wanted to get up at 4 AM to drive to Stonehenge this morning, I couldn’t have done it because I have a stinking cold. These photos were taken a few years ago when I DID go to Stonehenge for the Winter Solstice.
The experience was more moving than I had anticipated. We had to park quite a distance away and as we walked up a dirt road to the entrance of the monument, I could hear drums beating and I looked behind me and saw people walking across fields and up the pathway — all of us drawn to the stone circle. It felt, for just an instant, as if there was a connection across thousands of years when other people in another time were drawn to that circle to celebrate light coming back into the world.
And believe me, if you’ve ever lived in England during the winter months you’ll understand why those ancient people celebrated the shortest day of the year and the upcoming longer days of sunlight.
It sucks the big winkie to have to drive with your headlights on at 2:00 in the afternoon.