I’ve been to Stonehenge before and gazed at the wonder of the stones through the wire fence as I walked around the circuit listening to the audio guide. I can’t tell you what they said, but it was along the lines of ‘we have no idea how or why they moved these stones here thousands of years ago’.
This trip, to celebrate summer solstice, couldn’t have been any more different. For a start, we left London at about 1am to make the 3 hour journey. Bahar, our driving angel for the evening, finished her DJ set in Beduin (a bar by Fabric) and we set off on our adventure, with her van of friends forming a convoy behind us. We finally got there and started walking, it was a 40 minute trek to the actual site. As we made our way closer to the stones we noticed hordes of people leaving and were worried that we’d missed the sunrise. An unfounded worry as it turns out, because the sun didn’t really rise in full view, it shyly made it’s appearance behind cloud cover at 6.47am. Not to worry, we cheered the latecoming, high and shy sun just as enthusiastically as if we would have if it had turned up on time and through the stones.
To say the event wasn’t what I expected is the same as saying George Bush is only slightly stupid. I expected a whole lot of peace, love and happiness, druids and pagans, with a few spliffs being passed around, lots of stone hugging and some gentle bongo beats. What greeted us however, even before we’d made it into the immediate stone vicinity, was a wide mix of people from many walks of life. Some walks of life featured larger than others and I was a little taken aback at first. So much so that I positioned myself next to a burly security guard and made sure he knew I was one of the good ones. We tried to make our way up to the stones, but the sheer size of the crowd had me in panic attack mode before we’d made any real progress. We retreated to our picnic blanket until the crowds had dispersed and we could appreciate the stones and the bongo drum section in the middle without the crowd pressure.
As well as crowd anxiety I also have a whole raft of public toilet idiosyncrasies (yes, I’m a treat to take to festivals) but I’m pleased to report my latest addition to my public outing arsenal, the humble shewee. With my tissues, wet wipes, anti bac gel and shewee I’m all good to go (literally). Too much info I know, but I can’t help myself.
It was a fabulous study of human behaviour with a crowd of 36,500 people gathered around the enigmatic stones. I have to say, I enjoyed it a lot more around 8am when the crowds were manageable and we could pose much better for photos! We didn’t drive for 3 hours then walk for 3 miles to leave with rubbish photos! Looking at a study of human behaviour – this guy kept us entertained for the longest time as he rocked it, worked it, busted the moves and generally behaved like a superstar DJ. Actually only like a superstar DJ in HIS mind, as he pulled the weirdest faces and even picked his nose on occasion (thanks Kylie for pointing that out). SO funny!
This pretty much summed up the morning!
The tardy guest of honour
Happy Ray of Sunshine Lady
Our angel driver Bahar and her cousin
Picnic Stonehenge Styley
Me and Koi-lee
Hanging with the locals