We knew beforehand that it would not be easy. For one thing, there were the premonitions. We had heard of a rave being advertised on various websites, there had been misleading articles in the national press saying that one had only to turn up at Stonehenge on the morning of the solstice and free access would be given to all. No time to play, no room to expand on so few words snatched from the rubble of dreams, scattered gently like petals onto the surface of the ancestral pool.
Giants look on, a mixture of emotions and an age of distant longing furowing their mottled brows.
Still, it was hoped they could be persuaded to move and that the planned sunrise access could go ahead. A few hours later we heard that hundreds of people had descended on the car park and the road adjoining the monument. Still it was hoped that the access might go ahead. We reached the car park where buses were waiting to take us to Stonehenge to see the dawn. We were among the 150 people privileged to be offered this opportunity.