How I Spent One Pound And Saw Through Time

Drop a coin in the box and keep going. That’s how it works in these places. Ancient ruins belong to no one and everyone. Besides, the farmers whose land the ruins occupy are on shaky legal ground charging for access. But they do have to maintain the fences and cut the grass. No one minds paying. Once, you’d leave a penny in a hollow of an ancient stone to avoid the wrath of the unseen supernatural protectors of places like this. Now, the honor system requests a pound coin. For four and a half thousand years, this old temple has faced down wind and rain on a high ridge above the valley. The standing stones lie flat now, a reluctant concession to the passage of time that spares nothing, not even stone. <a href="https://medium.com/ellemeno/how-i-spent-one-pound-and-saw-through-time-9abb92d9a0d">Read More</a>