Carbon dating estimates that Stonehenge was built over 4,000 years ago. (Approximately 2,500 B.C.) There has been extensive study and excavation and archaeological research, but still no one is certain what it's purpose was. Richard and I were completely fascinated, but the kids were only interested for about the first 15 minutes.
We left Stonehenge, and drove around for too long looking for a park or place to eat our picnic lunch. We had to settle for pulling over on the side of the road, but it was still a nice view.
Richard and the kids stayed at a park and played while I meandered through the quaint little town. Unfortunately, the town was hosting some kind of event/scavenger hunt/public festival and it was heaving (as the British say) with people. I couldn't get many pictures that weren't full of strangers, but it was fun to see.
What do you do?! I mean seriously. There he is, standing with poo in his clothes in a cathedral. I walked him back down the road to the toilet, and stripped him down in the icky stall, and pondered my options with the desecrated underwear. There was no trash bin in the stall or the bathroom, so I would have to take them outside to the bin and chance being seen by responsible adults who have either never had children or have never had to deal with this situation, which would surely result in looks of disgust and judgment that might be too much for my fragile psyche to handle. But alas, I had no other choice. Fate was on my side and I managed to dispose of them without being discovered. I cleaned up Simon the best I could, but about 45 away from home he started crying about his "crusty bum." Richard and I didn't have much sympathy for him.
In the meantime Richard had walked with the other kids back out of the town and retrieved the car and came and rescued us from the dilapidated restroom and we headed home. It was about a two hour drive back to London, and then another hour across and through the city before we made it to our house. We were a pretty pathetic lot by the time we walked through the doors, it had been a long and tiring day. I think we ate eggs and cereal for dinner and we all went to bed.
(I'm pretty sure we washed poor Simon's crunch bum.)