Well, many people do like to get back to nature, and going out to see the stones is a lovely and refreshing treat, as many eloquent posts here make clear.

The thing about the stones IN PARTICULAR is that they are the first evidence we can see of our roots. People lived a long time before the modern rat race (from which we need refreshing) began, but most arcaheological sites of life before the megaliths are boring. There's really nothing to see. Confer the tree holes marked in the parking lot at Stonehenge. I mean, do you see how big around they are? Can you imagine what, if the folks erected entire tree trunks there, that must have looked like? Those puppies would have reached to the sky, and erecting something that tall and thin would have been as big or bigger a feat than Stonehenge itself.

But what have we got? Three spots of paint most people never see. The stones, though, or Silbury Hill, ah, THOSE are hard to miss. And we all know, somewhere in the backs of our minds, that the stones (and associated things) are the beginnings of modern life, as opposed to the long "dark" of the Old Stone Age.

So, we go to the stones thinking, vaguely perhaps, "This is where it all began, out here in Nature, people at one with the elements, surrounded by all this beauty; where have we gone wrong, look at what we've lost, think what it could be like..." etc. etc. (Which of course is total BeeEss. The Neolithics were trying to CONQUER nature for the first time in human history, rather than living in "harmony" with it. They were substututing human concerns about power and ancestry for those of acceptance and eternity. But that's another thread.)

Bob's your Uncle.