On our third day in England, we enjoyed one last free breakfast at the Doubletree in Chelsea, picked up a rental car, and drove from London to the famous Stonehenge.

Stonehenge is only an hour and sixteen to thirty minutes from Heathrow Airport (where we got our rental car).

This turned out to be a fairly relaxing day for me personally. My feet were rejoicing for sure! All of the difficulties fell on Alan, as he’s the one who had to drive a car on the left side of the road, the English way.

I honestly did not even attempt English driving.

We arrived to Stonehenge to discover that while it is a long walk from the visitor’s center to the actual Stonehenge structure, it is no trial at all, as they offer a free shuttle bus!

Hurray!!!

My plantar fasciitis has rarely been so happy. I pitied the sweaty travelers who chose to walk the long path, as we flew past them on our free shuttle.

England is not normally that hot, but this was mid June, and it was scorching. There were no clouds at all. I was so grateful that I brought my blue hat.

This is the same hat I bought as I walked into Pompeii in 2023. It saved me that day, and it saved me at Stonehenge too!

Now I have noticed that many people disparage Stonehenge online. They say it isn’t worth visiting. There’s “too many tourists, and you don’t even get that close.”

These people are incredibly wrong. Stonehenge is well worth visiting!

My first thought upon seeing this was much like seeing the Grand Canyon in person for the first time. “Wow! This is way larger than I was expecting it to be!”

Before visiting, I pictured it maybe my height, tops. But no. These stones tower over even my six foot three husband.

Also, why do they say you don’t get to come close to the stones?

That isn’t true. There are places where you get plenty close. You do not get to touch them, but I was fine with that.

Were there many tourists?

Eh. Yes, but it wasn’t overwhelming. There was plenty of room for everyone. The only thing that was over-crowded was the shuttle bus, but that was well worth it.

They have several photo ideas stationed around Stonehenge. The viewing trail makes an entire circle around Stonehenge.

We tried out several of the photo ideas. My middle boys were the best at it. Caleb is a talented photographer. I’m a quick point-and-clicker with the photos. I rarely take more than a second making a photograph. Caleb takes his time and gets it just right.

By the time we finished walking around Stonehenge, we were all scorching enough to be in a hurry to get back to the visitor’s center.

The visitor’s center has an entire museum dedicated to the history of Stonehenge. We were able to slowly enjoy all of that, and then walk outside to see the Stonehenge huts.

Archaeologists discovered the dwelling places of the people who lived in the area in ancient days. I think they were the people of the time of the building of Stonehenge, though I’m not sure.

The Stonehenge Huts

There were informative displays about all we know about the people, their culture, and speculation on how the stones were transported and erected in their spots.

There are many other Stonehenge-type structures all over that area of England. We did not make time to go see the others. Once we finished at Stonehenge, we were looking forward to resting at our local hotel.

We stayed at the Stonehenge Inn. It is now one month later, and that particular night is our most referenced night in England.

It is the benchmark by which we measure how hot a room is.

“Was it just warm, or was it Stonehenge Inn level hot?” I asked JD about his camp cabin. (It was only warm.)

“Shooo! It’s like the Stonehenge Inn in here!”

Bless their hearts. It’s not all their fault. In England, most buildings do not have air conditioning. It’s very common to simply open your windows.

In a major heatwave, open windows are completely insufficient though. I promise you our second story room at the Stonehenge Inn was every bit of ninety degrees Farenheit.

It was not a bad hotel. They were well themed out. Grab-and-go breakfast items were available for free. Plus, it was really a pub. Downstairs, the pub was a busy place for people to come and drink and maybe have a burger. We even ate lunch there. It was a perfectly good deal. This is an affordable place to stay.

I can assure you my children would never stay there again though. Poor JD had to sleep on the top bunk.

Thankfully, we were whooped from jet lag, two days of walking all over London, and the hot day out at Stonehenge. We slept with no difficulty, in spite of the heat.

No covers were needed.

We all went in and lay flat on our backs on our respective beds. Mercifully, there was a fan, but it couldn’t reach everyone. Our room had a queen bed, a bunk bed, and a twin bed. Alan and Caleb ran out and got McDonald’s cold drinks and chicken nuggets for us that night. That means I had Diet Coke and a grab-and-go breakfast item for dinner.

For the first three nights in England, we watched the same stuff on t.v.

There was always a Simpson episode or two, followed by a documentary on British public television about President George H.W. Bush (the first Bush). The kids definitely learned a lot about President Bush and Homer Simpson on this trip.

Our room’s window was right over the outside tables and chairs for the pub, which resulted in another challenge.

There was one table of men, around age thirty, at the table directly under our window, They were having such a jolly evening all catching up with each other. I mean this in a good way. These men were not drunk and rowdy. They were sitting around the table talking and laughing, in a perfectly respectable way.

The thing was they were right under our very open window, and by ten o’clock, we were more than ready to be asleep.

We were in the middle of talking about this when Alan chimed in, “Well, we will all go to sleep when those guys at the table go home.”

Alan didn’t mean to say it loudly. He wasn’t trying to make them hear him. But Alan’s voice is deep, and it carries. I guess they could hear us as well as we could hear them.

These poor, polite fellows. They got quiet for a minute. There was a moment of embarrassed silence for all of us. Then the men all said their good-byes to one another and headed out. They were gone in mere minutes.

Would I stay at the Stonehenge Inn again?

Sure, actually. I would, just not in June-August. Twenty minutes away from Stonehenge, there are several international chain hotels where you can stay, and those usually do have air conditioning.

Have you had any crazy hot hotel stays like this? I told the boys this is exactly the kind of thing you need to experience when you travel. It can’t be all Hilton hotels. Sometimes you need to dig in and live like a local with no air conditioning!

Without an experience like this, one might laugh at English people who complain about their heat. After all, their country is twenty degrees cooler in their hottest areas than the hottest areas of the U.S.A. However, once you have experienced an unbearably hot second story in an eighty degree heat wave, you understand. Eighty degrees with no a/c is just as bad as one hundred degrees with a/c.

There was so much to learn here! I highly recommend a good Stonehenge excursion, if you are ever in England! I love that we got to take our boys to see Stonehenge. This was such a surreal trip!

To read about our London days, click here and here.

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