There was a track that lead up the hill to a 5000 year old tomb that had contained 36 bodies. At some point up the track our teenaged daughter asked in a slightly sarcastic and dry tone, “Why are we walking up this hill to see a mound of dirt?”

If you stood in the midst of the boulevard of stones on the crest overlooking the approach to the great nested circles of stones sitting in a huge earthworks henge and looked north you’d spot the enormous Uffington White Horse decorating the distant hillside. If you looked to the south you’d see the Silbury Hill – one of the tallest man-made hills.