Foolishly I have only considered Stone Henge to be the only site like this. My appetite is suitably whetted.
Not far from the Oxfordshire village of Stanton Harcourt is a huge landfill and waste site on the edge of an industrial estate. Not, perhaps, the first place you would think of to spend a sunny Sunday afternoon, in spite of the artificial lakes created by industrial gravel extraction operations. But that is exactly what we were going to do.
We did have doubts and a good few reservations. Not only because of the location, or even the presence of an overly excited small dog on the back seat, whose constant ‘singing’ sounded very like ‘are we there yet?’ It was the word ‘reconstructed’ that was causing the misgivings. Where ancient sites are concerned, that can mean anything from standing up a fallen stone to the complete ruination of the spirit of the place by overzealous and underinformed developers. And anyway, it probably wasn’t going to be much of a…
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