Stonehenge sits on Salisbury plain amongst the largest collection of prehistoric monuments anywhere. I visited Stonehenge during a tour of England and Wales in 1998 with a small group of 10 or so tourists from America, Canada, and of course Australia.

We arrived at the site fairly early in the day while there was a light morning haze across the fields. The approach to the site was through an underground tunnel and the site opened up for the visitor as soon as one arrived on the surface. The view was overwhelming.

At that time it was still possible to wander amongst the stones and as I made my way through the photo opportunists being photographed with Stonehenge as background.
I felt that the stones looked at the pesky tourists with disdain secure in the knowledge that they would still stand guard long after this and the next lot were long gone.



 Three of my Stonehenge pictures are displayed on my painting and drawing pages under page England and Wales 1998

 The Stonehenge in my sketches has no rainbows or wild skies like the Turner and Constable versions. Here the stones stand in silence dreaming of their glory days of the distant past while they allow the morning light to play over their surfaces