I am terribly slow in posting our travelphotos from this summer, but I guess I have all winter to do it. This is, in a way, the climax of this trip, since Stonehenge is one of those must-have-seen places in England that we have somehow never managed to get to. Actually, we checked several must-see boxes this summer, like Bath, Avebury, Old Sarum.
Yes, there were fellow tourists there, plenty of them. One had to book a time slot in advance to go to the Stones, to avoid unmanagable crowds. The museum is new, I believe it was opened in 2013, and it is not located at the Stones, but rather functions as an entrance to the entire Stonehenge landscape, which is a vast holy land, full of henges, barrows and mysterious ditches (or earthworks, as Stewart Ainsworth would say). Much of it I didn´t understand, and perhaps no one will fully understand the meaning of it all, but it seems that the current interpretation is that Stonehenge was a kind of healing centre. The so called Amesbury Archer, a skeleton on display with its gravegoods at the Salisbury museum, has, after being subjected to DNA analysis, been found to be a migrant from northern Italy. It could be that he came to Stonehenge in the hope of healing some old wounds he had.
I saw a documentary some time ago that said there are springs in the area that has a very interesting microorganism living in the water. It attaches itself to rocks and turns into a magenta colour when it dries; this may have been part of the attraction. Or perhaps the eeriness, as Eddie Izzard has amusingly pointed out.