On Salisbury Plain

Today, I saw Stonehenge. Not by going there and paying and wandering around it. Simply driving past on the motorway. There it was, in all it's grey, stony splendor. So dramatic. I was blown away by how eerie and bizarre it is, just sitting there in the middle of a paddock, next to a busy main road. Apparently the stones come from riverbeds miles and miles away from the site on the Salisbury plains. And they're huge and on top of eachother. Now, I know I'm not telling you anything you don't know, but just seeing it there made me so curious. "How did it get there?" I asked. "How did they do it?" and "Why is it here, in the middle of nowhere?". But that's the thing about mysteries isn't it. There are no answers. That's the point of them.
If you drove along a motorway in rural Australia, you'd see the Giant Prawn, or the Big Banana. Not quite so mysterious I should think. Ah, the joys of travel!