Fortunately, with our National Trust memberships, we were able to get in free, and quickly. We began following the walkway around the monument. A low rope boundary, more of a statement than a fence, was put in place in 1978 to prevent further human-caused deterioration to the over 4,000 year-old stones.
Mr J spotted a cricket, and Righty couldn't resist gently catching it to have a closer look. All four of the kids were entranced, but Righty finally carried the cricket away to release it in a clump of long grass.
I wanted to rest in the grass too, like Coo, but didn't take the time! The grass was soft and the ground felt dry and padded under our feet. The sky seemed somehow different from home: endless and wide, with a soft golden light caused by the surrounding ocean of green fields reflecting back the sunshine.