Postcards to friends of the Stonehenge and Avebury World Heritage Site
Mr Connor at Stonehenge, early-mid 1960’s. Kudos to my old friend Peter Appleton for unearthing and supplying the photo.
I always recall that my first visit to Stonehenge, and the thing that started my fascination with the past, was a school trip there in the early to mid 1960’s. But I’d never had any tangible evidence from that first trip, other than my failing memory, until now.
I was recently contacted via email, by an old friend from my primary school years. He had been having a clearout, and chanced upon some old photos of that school trip, which he thought I’d be interested to see. Sadly, the only photo in which I’d featured was multi-exposed, with shots of a coach/charabanc superimposed over three of us standing by one of the stones. Other shots showed classmates, many of whose names have themselves now been consigned to history, posing in front of the imposing trilithons and other major uprights.
But the picture I’ve chosen to share here, is of our form teacher, Mr Connor, spending a quiet moment alone to study a brochure, with the great stones as a backdrop. You can see some of the children among the stones in the background – no ropes to keep us out, or paths to stick to!
Alan S
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This is part of a series of short “postcards” that anyone with something to share is welcome to submit, whether that is a digital snap and a “wish you were here” or something more involved. Please do join in by sending your postcards to theheritagejournal@gmail.com
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19/03/2013 at 11:14
Archer
First time was in 1981–a cloudy humid grey day in August. I was on a Globus tour (they still go there) with my mother; we had come over on holiday from Canada where we then lived. I had a rotten little 110 camera and was terrified the back would fall off an expose my film, because I wanted my pics of Stonehenge most of all! After I looked at the stones I wandered down the carpark and towards the Cursus barrows. I found a piece of bone and hoped it was human (probably a sheep.)
Fast forward to present. I live near the monument, see it almost every day, and am intimately aquainted with it and the other antiquities thereabouts. Funny how things do work out sometimes.