From where did they come and why are they there ,standing as great stools or stilts - for some gigantic race who came from far away;perhaps from space.The greater blue stones of immense weight and size were cut and shaped in the Southern Cambria and then either by raft or wooden boat were floated along the coast of Perfidious Albion;then with great rollers dragged some forty miles inland along the Wiltshire Avon.On Mid-Summer's Day for centuries the Sun would shine through a central hole at precisely midday. Having been thought that this was an immense calendar and also that the heavens were known to the builders of this edifice.Now to-day the train of thought has changed due to the tilt of the Earth during the past 3000 years and that the Sun now shines through on a later Equinox.So many are the theories,so many are the dreams from Druid Priests and mistletoe and sacrificial offerings of human beings.
Reason for writing:
The present destruction of the world has made me think back on so many links to time which holds somany mysteries.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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