I’ve only been to Stonehenge the once.  It was a special evening though, one that I’ll not forget.  There was me, the boyfriend and my black Labrador at the solstice sunrise. All were somewhat spooked by the megaliths shrouded by soft ‘fragrant’ mist and the ‘wafts’ of mystical music.

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