Twice a year the general public are allowed to touch the sacred stones of Stonehenge. During the Summer Solstice of 2010 I touched one of these stone pillars. It felt a little warm.
With another 101 task completed I spent from dusk till dawn, along with some thousand other people, wandering, dancing and sitting around Stonehenge until daybreak. It was a very chilled-out environment with people being friendly, chatty, bored, drunk, drugged, warm, cold, or a combination of all the above.
I drove there in my Grax-mobile, parked up about a kilometre away from Stonehenge and walked up to the stones with no hassle. Well apart from not being allowed to talk my sleeping bag or big-ass camping bag into the grounds. Odd rules, especially considering there’s the stench of weed and booze in the air. Ah well, could be worse I suppose.
I’d like to go again, but next time I’ll bring a large-ish group of friends. If you don’t feel like talking to all kinds of characters and strangers then the whole thing can get very boring.
Either that or you can simply turn up at around sunrise, like dozens of people were doing as I left the grounds with my task completed.