With something as mysterious and open to theorising as Avebury it is difficult to avoid personal views impinging on any efforts to describe its component parts. This website, whilst attempting to be factually accurate and informative, is therefore a reflection of my own attitudes towards a riddle that has been of great interest to me for over 40 years now.....If you are reading this then I guess there is a high likelihood that you can re-call your first encounter with this amazing place.
Somehow it seems appropriate to include my own...........

It was during the early 1970s....a time when the internet was far beyond the imagination and I had a lot more hair than now that I was to have my unexpected introduction to this enigmatic product of our ancestors.....
A friend and I were returning from the south coast to the midlands. I don't remember anything of the trip until my friend mentioned that we would shortly be passing this great earthen mound that had all the experts baffled as to its purpose. I had seen something about it on the TV so became quite interested. However I was completely unprepared for the size of it as it loomed out of the afternoon mist of this late autumn day. When my friend suggested we pull up to have a good look I was keen to do so. Seeing my excitement at my first view of Silbury Hill he, knowing the area, suggested we take a look at Avebury which was only a short distance away........
 
The name rang a faint bell but as my knowledge of things prehistoric didn't extend very far it meant nothing. A few moments later it would be indelibly printed on my mind. As we turned down a side road the mist had become quite dense which made my first sudden view of the West Kennet Avenue eerily dramatic. My friend hadn't told me to anticipate anything which made the unexpected sight of the lines of great stones all the more memorable. This sudden encounter with something so remote seemed to generate a strange feeling of unreality as we drove on into the village, the bank and mighty stones of the main circle coming into view. After visiting the museum we walked around the circle marvelling at the scale of the earthworks and standing beside the awesome bulk of the largest stones. For me the door was now opening to a period of history of which I had been woefully ignorant. Here it was staring me in the face and for the first time I was being captured by the questions that Avebury inevitably seems to demand of us. As the light faded we reluctantly took our leave....recollections of our visit were to dominate the conversation for the rest of the journey home.
A part of me already knew that I would soon return.