Stonehenge is just a pile of rocks but Papa and Mama liked it.

It was a rainy October morning when Papa and Mama hoisted me in the car again. We were leaving a lovely place called the New Forest where mini ponies walk around freely. I like ponies. They were taking me to a place called Stonehenge. Doesn’t sound exactly like a playground.

We drove for about an hour when Papa pulled over next a pile of big rocks. I like rocks as well. Especially small ones I can throw or put in my mouth. These ones were a lot bigger. We parked in a muddy field. I wanted to play in the mud but instead I had to go in the stroller.

Papa expected a big visitor centre but instead there was a place to buy tickets, a small coffee counter and a souvenirshop. I got in free of course.

We followed a paved walkway and soon after the big rocks appeared in front of us. The rain had stopped and the place felt a big mystical. The sky was grey and crows were flying around the rocks. You weren’t allowed to get close. Too bad because I would have loved to climb them. O well, I was strapped in my stoller anyways. There were a lot of people. There was also one man in a dress and a wig. Papa said he was a druid.

Papa and Mama liked the rocks as well. Papa was taking pictures and reading from a book he bought. He told us those rocks have been there for a very long time. Grown-ups are weird. There are thousands of rocks anywhere but these are special for some reason.

We walked all around the rocks and then they let me out for a bit so I could stretch my legs. I went straight for the big dog that was around. Dogs are way cooler than rocks.