Around 1972 my parebts took me to Stonehenge and Avebury. I can remember climbing over the stones at Stonehenge (sorry ... honest!) and the wonder of the place stuck with me. I always wanted to know more. However, I never really got the chance until I was supposed to be at polytechnic. I roadied for a lot of bands and many of the other roadies kept sloping off to stones to get bombed. I went along and got hooked (on the stones, not the being stoned ;-)

After a further absence I moved to Ireland, went to Newgrange & Knowth and was totally disappointed! I knew there must be more to Ireland's monuments than Disneyland! I was right :-)