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The dew was gathering rapidly and without delay the longer we stood there, and my feet were rather wet, yet I didn’t care. The cold June air was pierced by the sounds of a wind from the channel and a pair of didgeridoo players underneath a dim spotlight from the midsummer’s moon. Around us in the wet, ankle-deep grass, stood the oblong shapes of the Merry Maidens, a circle of stones placed here who-knows-when by who-knows-who. This could have been an occult gathering, the five of us drawn magically to percentage a prehistoric ritual on one of the high days of the Pagan calendar. In fact, my wife, our cab driver, and I just happened to run into the two musicians when we decisive we wanted to see the stones at night. True, I was riveted to that damp spot. Was it the music, the rhythm of wind and primal instrument? Or could it have been a great revelation, as a heap of long-buried memory surfaced? It was neither; I was transfixed, as had been a great deal of others before and after me, by the mystery of the stones.

England is full of these Neolithic remnants, placed in deliberate patterns, most oftentimes circles, and left on the plains from one end of the island to the other. They are often times in serene, apart places, and seldom attract crowds of tourists. These locals, coupled with the ongoing mysterious atmosphere posed by the stones, makes them terrifi places to go when getting away from the noise of civilization is foremost in your plans. On my basi visit to England in 1989, I had a vague noesis with regards to Stonehenge, and even less interest in it. But our visit started out in Cornwall where lives, my novelist wife informed me, the soul of mystery and romance. She had come to do historical exploration for a novel set in 1807, but we soon became fascinated by a far older story.

Subsequently, we have joined the ranks of the thousands of people who have visited Neolithic stones allround western England, and stay more mesmerized than ever. Even better, from a tourist standpoint, most of these internet sites are freely available. Many are on private property, and as landowners may not change historic sites, it is customary to ask permission from the landlords before trodding on to thoroughly and closely question or examine their charges. Stonehenge remains one of the few websites for which one will have to remunerate an admittance fee; it is also one of the few internet sites that one may not approach closely.

The original question asked by visitors or armchair Indiana Joneses is either “who built these structures,” or “what are they for?” Archaeologists have a potpourri of proficiencies available that grant them to give us a potpourri of clues. For example, the most famous prehistoric monument of them all, Stonehenge, is located atop a chalk formation. Experts tell us that if you haul heavy objects, such as, say, twelve-ton stones, all over chalk, it will shatter. Based on their examinations of the chalk around the monument, these archaeologists tell us that all the stones were hauled in from one direction, along the same path, which has been called “the avenue.” The stones are not local, but come from 35 or more miles away. They had to be cut carefully, shaped, and moved, all at significant effort, proposing both aesthetic sense and careful engineering. (I ought to likewise think “strong backs” goes on the list, but as we actually don’t know how the stones were cut or transported…)

Stonehenge had been abandoned long before the Roman conquest of Britain, and lay unknown until rediscovered in 1130 A.D. With each passing century, hypotheses when it comes to it is use and builders reflected more when it comes to the ideological biases of the questioners than the identity of the architects. A pervasive and ordinary comprehensible statement kept that the circle was built by Druids, and employed for humane sacrifices. Alas, this comprehensible statement is another case of exaggerated anachronism (as is Robin Hood’s Friar Tuck, a Franciscan in England when it comes to 150 years before the founding of the Order), for the Druids came along thousands of years after Stonehenge was built. This does not, however, mean they might not have applied the ruins long after their creators had disappeared. Other colourful ideas suggest the circle was a terminal building for UFOs, or the tomb of a veritably great leader.

Smaller stones have a potpourri of forms. Some, called quoits, are now known to be burial places. But others stay enigmatic in spite of all attempts to get them to disclose their secrets. One, the Men-el-Tor in Cornwall is unique, the only hollowed-out, round stone known in Europe. Nearby is an upright spire. Legend has it that by passing through the circle three times, you may be healed from a potpourri of ills. I may vouch that it does not work for all ills. My favourite comprehensible statement for this structure (and also, my own hypothesis) is that, back around 7333 B.C., Grog invented the wheel. He showed it to his brother in law, who replied, “what are you gonna do with that?” Grog thought a bit, shrugged, and tossed the prototype in the trash, next to another aborted invention, the axel (ah, had he but built two wheels first, how dissimilar might history be). More scholarly thinkers suggest that these paired stones were employed in fertility rights. In fact, no one knows for sure.

If you love a mystery, you may hardly do better than try to fathom the stones. I had no interest in them until we actually arrived at a circle in 1989. The Merry Maidens, where my feet became dew-soaked, is a circle where my wife and I expended substantial time, principally because it is so accessible. It is also surrounded by a very casual attitude from the locals, who don’t seem mesmerized in commercializing the ruins. Our cab driver, a native of Penzance, was filled with lore with regards to these prehistoric relics. My favourite was the story in regards to the farmer who, around World War I, tried to remove the stones from his field. He hitched strong ropes around a stone, thence his plow horse.

As the stone started out to move, the horse dropped dead from a heart attack. Fascinating as this sounds, it is, like so some legends, unsubstantiated by facts. On my initial visit, I noticed a pair of stones outside the circle that were not brought up in the guidebook. They lined up with a stone inside the circle to point almost precisely north-northeast. I have no idea what signification that has, but I used a compass to verify the direction. Entering the circle, my compass spun tardily in all directions, a phenomenon observed by my wife and our guide. Outside the circle, it worked fine. When we tried a better compass two years later, the results were different, the needle pointing just a few degrees east of magnetic north. So far, that is the most mysterious thing we’ve came across at a stone site.

Across the road and a short walk away from the Merry Maidens are the standing Pipers. Legend has it that the Maidens danced to the Piper’s music on the Sabbath, for which indiscretion they were struck into stone. Vengeful gods notwithstanding, one approaches the Pipers with great care; from time to time a bull is grazing in their field. While the Maidens form a well-defined circle (with two outer boulders making a “gun-sight”), the tall, rectangular Pipers are in a straight row, bandsmen eternally at attention. As if a great deal of early Briton had engaged in a prehistoric version of urban planning (“boy, five thousand years from now the tourists are gonna eat this up!”), there is likewise an ancient burial chamber just to the west of the Maiden’s circle, and effortlessly viewed from the center of the circle. Face to the east, and you see the Pipers. Were they erected by the same people? Were their functions related?

Most spectacular of all the mysterious remains, to my mind, is Avebury, in a literal sense a town within a huge circle. There is a man-made mound and ditch surrounding the town, within which are a few places that still have huge stones forming partial circles. Most of the stones have long since been broken down and used to create the buildings in the center, but the artificial ditches let you know both how progressed these persons were and how hopeless we are to discover who they were. We made our visit on a moon-lit night (not planned, it just happened that way), and were impressed by the size of these remaining stones. Each ovoid monolith is in regards to 15 feet wide, six feet deep, and twelve feet tall. It will have to have taken Herculean attempts to get them here and arrange them in a series of circles, one of which surrounded the city. The few remaining stones stand like billowing sails, eternally adrift on a sea of time, iron age Flying Dutchmen that taunt us to understand them.

Astronomers and physicists have for the most part displaced archaeologists in interpreting the stones. Favored hypotheses say that the structures were observatories that permitted precise prophecy of the seasons. At Stonehenge, for example, the sun lines up with a good deal of very noteworthy structures on necessary days of the year, including the equinox and solstice. No doubt, such alignment is in all probability more than merely coincidental. On the other hand, it seems odd that a culture would spend some fifteen years dragging and assembling stones just to provide a calendar (try hanging that on your wall!). As if to assert the calendar hypothesis, the stones have not so long ago been encountered to be carved with symbols of axes and other implements. Even after 800 years of observation, this massive structure has mysteries only now being revealed, further heightening it is mystique.

Stonehenge was my most recent website to examine. We took a double-decker from Salisbury to the circle, a good deal of 8 miles away. Our initial view of it was a tiny cluster of gray on a sloping field, wedged into a triangle of land amidst two highways. The close approach of not one but two modern thoroughfares seemed to ridicule this inexplicable remnant of Britain’s past. Friends tell me it has lost much of it is power and mystique. It hasn’t, but the fact that it may no longer be neared makes it more distant than Avebury or the Pipers. Thus, even when on the site, it is little dissimilar from seeing a good photograph or T.V. documentary. To my mind, it was with regards to two-thirds the size I had expected.

Stonehenge was begun in regards to 5,000 years ago, more than a thousand years before the Pyramids were begun. It is ruined, weathered, and aloof, but it remains as the most elaborate capitol of a lost place.

To my mind, Stonehenge has a solution, one of a philosopher rather than a scientist: it is an eternal question mark, a monument to the fact that there are a good deal of things with regards to which man will never know. A visit to England would be not complete without a visit to one of these question marks, and it will provide you with a souvenir, an insolvable mystery, that will last a lifetime.