A common truth about travellers is that whilst we will venture to the extremities of the world for new experiences, we often forget about those directly on our doorstep. Despite my obsession with ancient cultures and the artifacts they have left behind, it was only three years ago that I finally made it to Stonehenge, arguably one of the most recognisable images of the UK.
I'd braved strong winds to find obscure stone circles in the depths of Wales, had waded through heather to see petroglyphs in Yorkshire, and ticked off castles the length and breadth of the country. And yet I'd never made it to the mother of all monuments, which lies just a few hours up the motorway.
Finally, on a wet and wildy windy December morning, I made the trip and arrived at the site, the weather keeping most other visitors away. The great stones impressed me in the way I knew they would, standing proud on the otherwise bare plain. Although some of the atmosphere is lost as a result of the dominant barrier preventing visitors from getting too close, the sheer impact of the site cannot be denied.
It's a worthy reminder that although the rest of the world will always draw me with its many attractions, there's also plenty at home to occupy me too.