A few weeks after our adventure to Brighton, a condensed version of the original crew set sail on another adventure out of the London boundaries. This time, we went to see Stonehenge!
As Ylvis, the elite intellectual philosopher of our time, might ask- what’s the meaning of Stonehenge?
Well, Ylvis, Wikipedia and the 30 minute audio tour provided at Stonehenge have yet to cure your unfortunate insomnia because we still don’t know. Archaeologists who have carbon-dated the blue stones from which Stonehenge was made (called so because they turn “blue” when wet) say that Stonehenge has been around for about 5000 years, and was erected sometime around 3500 B.C. Because of it’s structure and evidence of several burials on its premise, it’s supposed that it might have been a site for ancestral worship or an astronomical calendar (rather than a giant granite birthday cake Ylvis has suggested.) From what I understand, though, this is still heavily debated and there aren’t any written records or really enough evidence to prove one theory more viable than the other. What was even more interesting to find was that the stones weighed up to 45 tons, and like it’s function, there are only supposed theories on how they were transported and erected.
After witnessing one of the earth’s oldest historical structures, we hit the bus and went to Bath. Since we didn’t make it to Bath until mid-afternoon (and didn’t finish out pub bites until much later than that) the line outside of the Roman Baths were too long to risk wasting our time away in. So, with little to no knowledge of the town that surrounded us, we head off to see the sites:
The town was beautiful- it was built in 60-70 A.D., and is one of the few cities in England that retains architecture from the Roman Empire. Needless to say, our aimless wandering was far from a waste. Despite it raining cats and dogs we were able to cover a lot of ground throughout the city. The Abbey was one of my personal favorites, with intricate (sometimes haunting) touches in it’s architecture that takes the common eye some time to grasp, like the falling angels crawling up the ladder on either side of the doorway:
The inside of the Abbey was just as extraordinary and detailed.
It took me a good 30 minutes of aimlessly wandering around the interior, gazing at the magnificent ceiling above me and the imagery in the stained glass around me, before I realized that the engraved stones below me were announcing the dead bodies they contained. It took me a good 30 seconds upon discovering this to hightail it into the gift shop and out of the Abbey.
The rest of the trip was spent exploring the parks and buildings around us. To perk us up for the 3-hour bus ride home, we stopped in a cafe for some coffee and chocolate. Horacio found some beautiful images of the English landscape to peruse through and we debated our next destination outside of London.