I walked through Stonehenge in 1976. Bought a ticket, and a drink - the concession stand was right there at the start of the path - and walked into the past.

In pictures it looked the size of the Roman Coliseum, in reality, closer to a Little League baseball diamond. Still majestic, still quietly eerie. You can't help but be pulled into its history, the wind mimicking the sounds of the Druids in prayer.

A special place.

Carhenge - who would have thought. Love it. Loved you poem as well! Cheers.