Among the ambiguity and confusion that enshrouds a small part of Salisbury in Britain's green and nice land, I stood in astonishment to witness one of the great wonders of the planet. Before me stood 5,000 years of history, a puzzle going back to the traditional Druids and cultures long since lost to the passages of time. Silhouetted against the pre-dawn sky, Stonehenge stood proud in the gloom, its pillars united as one structure, forged from the hand of man 5 millennia gone.

if only it could talk and expose its inner systems, tell us tales of joy and sorrow, heroes and villains. Except for now it just sat and waited for the beginning of a new day, a novel experience to add to the catalogs of history. And then the sun peered its head above the horizon and the sky changed into a mix of reds, oranges and yellows. From the darkness came shadows cast from the giant stone sentinels racing away across the grassy fields.

All of a sudden the country was alive, awakened from its slumber and hospitable the early morning sun.

Daybreak was welcomed by birds, dancing from stone to stone, playing on top of this formation which rules the local landscape. The peace and quiet was broken from birdsong radiating from all round the stone circle, each nook and corner a hideout for the small fellows. First light was accompanied by a cool delicate breeze drifting sedately across the land bringing a chill to the skin.

But the best sensation was a sense of quietude, an overpowering sense of loneliness as the stones sat here long after their makers and intended rites. Stonehenge saw a lot in a long and turbulent Brit history. It could have been engaging to once have been a trusting bystander and witnessed the increase and fall of the Roman Empire. But for the moment Stonehenge is sat in a quite corner of England, greeting the dawning of a new day.