Full of mystery and wonder, exploring the megalithic structure of Stonehenge is incredibly re-energising for the soul.
You’re probably wondering why I’ve stated how re-energising it is for the soul, when visiting Stonehenge. Well, I can’t speak on behalf of anyone else who has visited this ancient wonder. But I will share with you how I felt, both times I visited Stonehenge. I’ll try not too blab on too much about it, as i have some great photos to show you, which I would much rather share with you.
Whether it was built by an ancient race of Brits, or by something (someone) else, whatever the theory you chose to believe, when it comes to who built this megalithic wonder, there is no denying you feel a certain charge of energy when taking a stroll across the grounds in which it stands.
I have been twice to visit Stonehenge, and both times I have left feeling re-energised and revitalised after leaving. I’ve only really shared this with my dad and my partner, but when visiting Stonehenge, I have felt a certain charge of electricity in the air surrounding the ancient stones. Of course, both my dad and partner have told me it;s probably self made energy of awareness, knowing you are standing next to something so ancient and so old. And yes, that does make some sort of sense. However, I would have thought you would only feel this the first time you went, not for the second as well. The energy seems to pass over the hills in which Stonehenge has been built, and you feel it charge through the air with the cold wind that passes over the green fields.
Is this why the stones were put here in the first place? Maybe it’s science, maybe it’s something else. Either way, Stonehenge truly is a place of mystery and wonder.
We explored the famous Sherwood Forest and found the tree where Robin Hood and his band of merry men, hid from the Sheriff of Nottingham
Ever since I was a little girl, I have always dreamed of wandering through the very mystical and enchanting English woods of Sherwood Forest.
I am a little obsessed when it comes to the story of Robin Hood. Having watched everything associated with the story of Robin Hood. From old black & white television shows to the comical interpretations by Mel Brooks; Men in Tights, and of course my two favourite cinematic versions of the story, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves with Kevin Costner and most recently Robin Hood with Russell Crowe. Completely obsessed on the idea of a medieval vigilante fighting against corrupt governments and their leaders, who were forcing heavy taxes and poverty on their people. Robin Hood is a true example of the modern-day hero, we are all looking for today.
Upon driving through the main entrance of the forest, I am struck at how dense; even in winter, this forest is. And although it occupies a large space of land; 1050 acres to be exact, I was surprised to see the entire dense forest doesn’t take up all of this space. Even in medieval times, Sherwood Forest wasn’t a continued swathe of dense forest. It comprised of; and still does today, a mixture of birch and oak woodlands, interspersed with large areas of open sandy health and rough grasslands. And during the Robin Hood period of the 11th century, much of this space was also taken up by three Royal deer parks.
Even still, the parts of the forest heavily occupied with dense oak and birch trees is pretty intimidating, and you wouldn’t want to stray too far from the path, in fear of getting lost. It’s no wonder Sherwood Forest was and still is today, the epicentre of many mythical stories and legends in England – particularly when it comes to Robin Hood.
And although the forest wasn’t as leafy as I had imagined, as we were visiting in winter, the forest truly did deliver on enchanting me even more so, than before I had ever visiting this magical place. It was easy to feel inspired by the story of Robin Hood as you wander through the forest.
Or is it a story? In the middle of the forest, there is an ancient oak; which is heavily supported by many beams and cables, to keep it from falling, where locals all believe this was the tree Robin Hood and his band of merry men spent most of their days, and even hiding inside the grand oak tree, when the Sheriff of Nottingham came knocking on the forest doors. On the hunt for Robin Hood and his band of merry men.
Whether the stories of Robin Hood be true or not, the forest is beautiful, exciting and enchanting to visit. I highly recommend anyone passing through the area to take some time out, to take a stroll through the forest.
It’s a peaceful place to contemplate life and enjoy the energy this forest radiates.
Well that’s it – That was the 3rd story in my 3 piece story set of amazing adventures in England. Of course, I have way more to share if you like. Let me know in the comments below if you would like to see more, on the incredible and unique adventures I have experienced in England.
Retraced the steps of Roman Soldiers and explored the Roman Wall of England.
Otherwise known as Hadrian’s Wall, the Roman Wall is a 117.5km long wall which runs straight across England from the west to the east. Made from stone it’s an impressive feat of Roman Construction which still stands (in some part), as a reminder of an ancient boundry between the South and the North.
It’s still debated why the Roman’s built the wall. Some historians believe the wall was built to keep the Northmen out, whilst others claim evidence show if was simply a boundry wall, to what was Roman territory and what wasn’t. Whatever the reason, it’s an amazing sight to see and one I highly recommend for all you road trip travellers out there – who like to get off the main road and explore the countryside.
I don’t know why I keep doing it to myself; and keep dragging my dad or partner with me, but I am forever exploring England in the winter time. Call me a sucker for punishment, but I actually like investigating old medieval castles, and exploring old Roman forts in the wet, cold and windy weather of England.
I think it’s because it gives me an idea of what people from the medieval period (or earlier) suffered through when they once wandered through the same lands I now explore today. Especially when standing on top of the Roman Walls.
Back then, the Romans commissioned many soldiers from the Mediterranean, Africa or the Middle East – can you imagine these poor soldiers guarding the borders in the ice and snow of England, never experiencing anything like it before – just crazy!.
I had a lot of fun retracing Hadrian’s Wall with my dad, traversing across the country side, tracking down the ruins of forts and walls, which once housed many Roman soldiers and even their families. In the rain and bitter cold, we wandered through the grounds of many ancient forts, and although I have no crazy stories to tell about this amazing adventure, it was an incredible experience which I highly recommend.
You can pick up a book on Hadrian’s Wall from any Tourist Shop, or Historial Centres. These books are great, as they map out the whole wall in it’s entirety, so you can plan you trip from A to B and retrace the wall with ease.
Holy Island, aka: Lindisfarne is a fascinating place to visit. But be careful, if you don’t watch the tides, you may get stranded there.
If you’ve never heard of Lindisfarne, or you have but don’t know much about it. Lindisfarne was where the Vikings first invaded England in AD 793. It was a very bloody event, which lead to the death of many monks and the burning of the monastery. This major event was the catalyst to the continued invasion of Vikings into England.
Connected to the mainland of England, by only a thin mixture of sand and mud flats, Lindisfarne spends most of its time separated from the rest of the world, due to the heavy tides which flow in and out cutting the island off for many hours throughout the day, depending on the season.
This means, that last minute decisions to visit the island can either leave you disappointed you couldn’t get across to the visit. Or, if you lost track of time, leave you stranded on the island with no way of getting back to the mainland.
Which nearly happened to my dad and I when travelling there.
We were travelling back from Scotland, on route to Newcastle, when we realised we would be driving right past this iconic island known as Lindisfarne. And, we were in luck. If we timed the driving perfectly, we discovered; after checking the island tide times, there was a small window of opportunity to which we could make it there and cross, have an hour (maybe) to see the island (which is small anyways), and then cross back safely to the mainland, without getting washed out to sea.
Of course the weather was not working in our favour. We were driving in a terrible storm, and regardless of how accurate the tide times might be, we knew the road would be covered with water in no time, by how rough the sea was in the storm.
It was a close call to be sure.
We crossed the mud flats safely and made it to the island. But then discovered the main castle was closed to the public, probably due to the shocking weather. Which made it very difficult to stand outside and take photos. But I did it anyways – even if it meant raindrops would be captured in my photos. I needed to prove we had made it there.
Stressed out and worried we would be stranded on the island, dad was pressuring me to hurry up and take the damn photo so we could leave LOL.
Time was flashing past so quickly, and we still needed to find the ruins of the burnt monastery, which was never rebuilt after the Viking invasion.
So in the failing light, in a raging storm, driving through some of the narrowest streets I’ve ever seen, and with just an under an hour until the tide would start blocking our way off the island – we searched for the ruins; and found them.
Of course by this stage, panic had set in for dad – so he admired what little ruins remained from the car – whilst I braved the storm once again for that perfect photo, to prove again, I had made it here.
Okay, okay – I know I have pushed my luck. Stressed out and feeling nervous, we finally make it to the road which leads you back to the mainland. It looks bad – but there are still cars driving across from the mainland, so we figure we are good to go.
It was scary as hell driving back, I’m not going to lie.
The water was at road level, and with every rough surge of waves from the storm, the road would temporarily disappear from site. Cars were still heading over to the island from the mainland, probably to stay the night – but that didn’t really re-assure us, as were weren’t even halfway across yet, where the oncoming traffic was nearly at their destination. But we soldiered on, carefully and calmly. And when we hit the last rise, where the road began to wind up the cliff side – we knew we had made it. And not without a second to lose.
As dad kept driving, I looked back at the road we had just crossed. And I couldn’t see it. Not one bit.