I visited Stonehenge ten years ago on my birthday (April 2007). This year, in 2017 my parents again asked me, what I would like do on my birthday. And again I said i would like to visit Stonehenge.
We made the thirty minute drive to the henge from their home. I was taken a back this time by the changes that had taken place. A huge visitors centre had now sprung up quite a distance from the site. There was a stone-age encampment near by the visitors’ centre and the biggest change of all was that you now have to get a minibus up to the stones.
My father and myself jumped the bus, and in a throng of Japanese, Italian, and German tourists – in fact nationalities from all over the globe, we made our way to the stones. It was hard to get decent shot with the number of people taking selfies around the stones, and just the general crowd.
There seems to have been a definite shift in the culture of Stonehenge – it now represents not something ancient anymore but something definitively modern – and that is a monetary value, what profit can be made.
I love wild camping and any excuse to get away into the hills and I go for it. I’ve just been away with a friend of mine to the Lakes. We caught the train to Windermere and then a bus up to Dungeon Ghyll, from where we set off into the wilds. We camped the night on the side of Scarfell Pike; Bivvying up near an outcrop of trees. The next day we set off up Scarfell Pike and across Bow Fell. In torrential rain and extremely high winds we made our way up the hillside. Scarfell Pike is not quite a mountain being just four meters short of what is required. It is an impressive structure however and demands respect. We decided it was not realistic to summit Scarfell Pike, as the weather had come down too hard so instead headed down the other side of Bow fell into the Wasdale Valley. We camped again there in the valley near the tip of Waswater. The next day setting out for the hike to Dalegarth, a sleepy little village about seven miles across moorland. Arriving there early afternoon, we caught the miniature steam railway from Eskdale to Ravenglass and camped on the beach with a roaring fire. The sunset that night on the beach at Ravenglass was something else.