Walking a henge
In June 2017 we went to the Glastonbury Festival, and, as we weren't dead on our feet for a change, we visited a site afterwards that I’d always wanted to visit: the Avebury henge.
When we first arrived, I was a tad disappointed, it looked like the village was very close to the site, and a road ran really close to the site.
I couldn’t help but wonder if part of the henge was sacrificed to build the village.
Despite the initial disappointment, we went in, and walked around the entire field, up shallow climbs on uneven steps, and down curving paths.
I fell more in love with the land with each step.
I was fascinated with the peculiar shapes of some of the stones, one looked as if a V shape was hewn out.
The most beautiful of the stones, however, was the one that looked like a horse.
The initial disappointment was replaced by joy, as the landscape around was beautiful, dappled with trees and rolling hills.
On top of a ridge, I surveyed what remained of the circle, and wondered what it would have been like in ancient times. How I would have felt the impact of the stones then.
And all the awe I felt at that moment made the whole visit worth it.