I was raised in a village called Hook Norton, not far from the Rollright stones. I can remember going on a school trip to the Kings Men when I was seven or eight and being absolutely terrified with the story of how the witch turned the king and his men to stone!

I can remember we re-enacted the story of the baker who tried to count the stones by leaving a loaf by each one, but failed because the fairies stole them. We tried the same but the teachers always took a few as we worked our way round so we thought fairies were stealing our bread too. Either that or Tubby Finch couldn't wait for his lunch.

It was a magical day. I still look for fairies whenever I go back there...

Cheers
JS