Sunday (23rd March, 1919)

Bitter weather, the breeze cuts like a razor.  In the afternoon to Stonehenge.  Certainly miraculous how pre-historic people could have put those stones there.  I was astonished at their colossal size, showing again how useless are illustrations and descriptions of places to those who have not seen them.  No experience can be got vicariously.

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