Stonehenge

Within minutes I had drifted into that long haul travelling state. Not quite asleep, yet not entirely awake, taking things in but with little or no comprehension. After casually yet confidently sidestepping both the driving and navigating responsibilities - based on my inability to drive and navigate - I'd been lumbered with the back seat. I hate the back seat. On the plus side I had a window, that I could use for a pillow-cum-saliva canvas. On the negative, windows don't make great pillows and my thighs were pinned to my chest with my knees somewhere just south of my Adam's Apple.

Chicken indigestion and a £5.99 stereo denied me of any well-earned sleep. The passing scenery kept my attention away from strangling The Kid and Tut. They were howling with all the gusto of a day three Ebola victim to some American, try hard Grunge outfit. At that very moment I hated them both with every cell in my water deprived body.

'I've heard cats fuck with more rhythm than that.' I yelled over the top of the front seat cacophony, hoping for a brief respite from the aural pain.
'Couldn't quite catch that Doddo. You want us to sing louder you say.' The Kid returned. And they did.

I wrapped a jumper around my head and busied myself with counting road-kill. I got to none before giving the game away and concentrating all of my dwindling personal resources on sabotaging the speakers.

Then, as if a gift from God - or at least some aliens on industrial strength steroids - Stonehenge appeared over an insignificant rise in the road. Undoubtedly impressive as it was - although a lot less imposing than I'd remembered it years ago - the gift was in the silence that reigned, as talk replaced the front seat slaughterhouse blues.

'Gotta be some freaky alien stuff happening there.' The Kid began, with all the authority of fast food drive through attendant.
'Druids.' Tut offered without expansion.
'It's all very well hypothesizing gentlemen, but the truth of the matter is that we will never really know. Sure, some believe it's the Druids, but tell me Craig, how did the Druids manage to construct anything here when their arrival is dated a mere matter of centuries before the Christians? Hmmmm.' Without offering a chance for rebuttal I continued. 'And although your theory of aliens has many champions Andrew, if we face up to a few facts, at least we've proven the existence of Druids, ET and Marvin the Martian still remain as elusive as the fabled G spot. No my friends, I'm afraid this little conundrum will remain to baffle generations for many millennia to come. What I can offer however, are a few hard and fast facts. Some of the larger blocks are estimated to weigh in at over 25 tons and are believed to have been transported from a quarry in the Prescelly Mountains some 200 miles from here. And the earliest phase of construction is estimated at somewhere between 2900 and 2950 BC with subsequent phases dating 1,400 years on from that. Any questions?'

Sadly, that's what I would have said, had I in fact known anything much about the place. I hadn't, I lied. I simply offered the timeless yet thought provoking 'hmmm, big rocks!' But just wait until next time.