Stonehenge on the Salisbury Plain of central England visited on the way to Cornwall. Post-Cornwall, Bath to Bristol for a train to York. The English railway system is extensive, seemingly efficient from our experiences but egregiously expensive. Bristol to York, less than 4 hours with reserved seats is about AUS$250 each. One way! For that money they throw in a teabag, disposable cup and plastic-wrapped biscuit.
One intrigue of Stonehenge is that, like another icon of British folklore, the Whitechapel Ripper murders, no-one really knows whodunnit. Jack The Ripper was not the most prolific of serial killers and Stonehenge is smaller than expected; which does not detract from their fascination when we don't know who it was who did it.
The site has undergone some worthwhile improvements - new visitor facilities are a trolley-bus ride away, out of sight of the Henge which now stands in serene isolation in its grassy field, adding to its mystique.
“I wondered idly what the builders of Stonehenge would have created if they’d had bulldozers and big trucks for moving materials and computers to help them design. What would they have created if they had had all the tools we have? Then I crested the brow of the hill with a view down to the visitor center, with its café and gift shop, its land trains and giant parking lot, and realized I was almost certainly looking at it.” ― Bill Bryson, The Road to Little Dribbling.
Elegant Georgian facades of honey-yellow limestone set in a steep, treed valley on the River Avon. Roman baths, hot-spring spas, tea houses and funky cafes to sit, sip and people watch in the sunshine. Nice.