charles barrow's writing

I may not have had a great visit to Stonehenge, see below, but I did get this photo of a Rook. It's out of focus of course, you wouldn't expect anything else from me, but I'm pleased with this. This is the closest I've got to a bird yet. The rooks are everywhere at Stonehenge, in all the fields and skies around, but oddly none settled on the monument itself, that I saw. Perhaps there's an ancient bylaw prohibiting it. I wonder if there is a myth surrounding the rooks at the henge, like there is for the ravens at the Tower of London? Anyway, I was pleased to get a snap of a rook in particular because I've named a character Rook in Book 3  of John Mann's story. He's a ruffian. I bet a rook could take care of itself in a bust up. Photo is the author's own

I visited Stonehenge recently. Is it heresy to say I was left rather cold by it? There was a keen wind blowing across the plain but that wasn't entirely to blame for my experience. These stones are iconic (there's an overused term for you) and their history is compelling but standing at a distance from them I got nothing from them at all. I have a huge respect for our heritage and I understand that a million visitors a year cannot be allowed to clamber all over them but I found it very difficult to be moved by a group of stones just by staring at them. To be able to lay a hand on one might have added to my understanding. Photos are the author's own