Looking out North from Three Wells from from the huge distance of about 30 yards you can observe perhaps a small part of British history steeped in millennia of whispers, legend and myth.
The Druid’s amongst us would observe the faintly blue tinge, the angular grain, the way they seem to radiate authority, majesty and serenity.
The historians amongst us would think of how such magnificent obelisks could be moved over such vast distances without the aid of an engine, steam or otherwise.
The constructors amongst us would imagine themselves working out meridians, lay lines and angles to lay foundations to support objects weighing close to 40 tonnes for 3000 years without subsidence.
Here at Three Wells they aren’t 40 tonnes. They aren’t 40 feet high. Maybe 40 pounds and maybe 40 inches! They are not used to worship the solstices twice a year. Hundreds of modern “druids” don’t flock here to gaze aloft in wonderment.
However when we sit in our porch looking Northwards towards the direction of Maenclochog (pronounced “MINE-CLOCK-HOG”) some 7 miles distant, we wonder if those little bits of rock that adorn our garden, that are roughly in a circle, have their DNA in the mysterious Preselli Mountains that surround one of our closest villages and present such a dominant feature in the near distance.
Stonehenge is magnificent. We think our little circle of stones in our front garden are pretty special too. How brilliant to think that the two could be linked?
Why not make a date to visit both in 2019?