This is the blog of Mark Wordsworm, the travelling worm. I’m a 25-year-old bookmark and can proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC).
Today’s travel notes
Me and the TC were bowling merrily down the A344 and there it was, right there: Stonehenge.
Stonehenge is an archaeological site and monument in Wiltshire, England, not far from Salisbury. Its most striking feature is a ring of large standing stones, some connected by lintels to form huge doorways.
My impressions? Majesty and mystery.
The book I’m in
The Dark Tide, by Andrew Gross. A good thriller with engaging characters.
It’s cold and windy on the downs. Wrap up well. The TC had red ears and a red nose by the time she had finished taking photographs. She professed herself quite dizzy with wonder. This worm thinks it was the extreme cold that had affected her brain.
Me at Stonehenge. Like the TC, I tend to lose focus when exposed to extreme cold:
Stonehenge was built at some time, by someone, somehow, and for some reason. No-one can quite define the “some”s. Archaeologists play it safe by saying the stones were placed in the period from 3000 BC to 2000 BC. The earth bank around the outside of the stones was constructed around 3100 BC. That makes the site 5000 years old.
This worm suggests we all agree that Stonehenge was built in 4 VLTA (a very long time ago).
The stones are enormous.
There is much debate about how men of old moved them around and placed them with such precision.
Stonehenge may have been a burial ground, a temple, a celestial clock, a social project intended to unify neighbouring peoples, a time machine… Whatever it’s purpose, it is majestic and intensely interesting.
That’s all for today, dudes.