Stonehenge. You read about it in textbooks all those years. You long for the day when you can clap eyes on it, in living Neolithic colour. Then, one day, not long after moving to the UK, you and your new hubby are driving along a non-descript A road, when he suddenly points to a field and says ‘There’s Stonehenge.’ ‘Whaaaat?’ ‘Stonehenge.’ ‘As in the Stonehenge? As in mystical, prehistoric monument?’ ‘Yep.’ ‘Well, Hell! Let’s stop and check it out.’ You trudge unceremoniously around a field and stare blankly at a bunch of big stones. In a circle. ‘What do you think?’ asks hubby. ‘They’re big stones. In a circle.’ ‘Yes, but it’s the most architecturally sophisticated lintelled stone in the world. Each stone weighs about 25 tons and stands 13 feet high! And they were transported from 150 miles away! Back when there was no possible way things that heavy could be transported so far. We’re talking 3000 BC. And…and…it’s so mysterious. Was it a Druid Temple? Or a tool for predicting eclipses? Or a cult centre for healing?’ It’s a bunch of big stones, arranged in a circle. It’s also cold and pissing down with rain. Can we go now?