May 27, Saturday.

Holly and I took a fairly long drive to Stonehenge. It was the second time I had been there—probably about 10 years ago. I couldn’t believe how much has changed since that time. Parking lot was now over a mile away, it was twice as expensive to get in, and you couldn’t get anywhere near as close to it as you used to be able to. Why? Because some people in very low levels of consciousness with no respect at all did some damage to the place and ruined it for the rest of us. But I shouldn’t say ruined; it is still one of the seven wonders of the human-made world. The most impressive thing to me is 4500 years ago, how did they get those monstrous rocks to set flat on top of the upright huge rocks? If 100 men tried to lift those boulders, they never would have been able to do it, and if they had a rope and pulley system way back then, it would’ve had to be higher than the top of the boulders. Impossible to imagine. Maybe aliens. Fascinating place.

Then Holly and I took the long drive back through the nice town of Marlborough, and ate dinner in a pub there. I had a scrumptious chicken pot pie. Another very nice day, with wonderful conversation.