I spent 72 hours in England once. It was 1989. Roshi had promised me years before that he would take me to Stonehenge, and this was it: I was headed to Germany to help him with his first European
sesshin, and we added three days in England to my itinerary. I landed at Heathrow, rented a car; went to Avebury, and Stonehenge, and the Nine Stones in Dorset, and back to Stonehenge. (Philip spent the same three days in Paris.)
Nine Stones is right next to an A road, but at that time there was a dense screen of brush along the roadside. I parked illegally on the verge of the road, and pushed through the vegetation, through the gate, into the small circle.
There was just me, and the stones, for as long as I cared to stay inside the circle. Unlike the mega- megalith sites, the Nine Stones are human sized.
Myself, standing next to the tallest stone
