The first time I visited the Rollright Stones, on the borders of Oxfordshire and Warwickshire, I fell in love with the place. It was in the mid 1990’s and it had just been sold by the elderly lady who had owned it for many years and charged a very small admission fee that went to the Cats League or some such charity.
There was a feel about it, special and gentle and I wanted to get to know it better. I volunteered as a warden. This was when the hut was still in place and we had a warm place to sit and a fire to toast bread, crumpets and toes during the colder times of the year. I am gratified to find that there are still hardy souls who warden without such comforts and am seriously considering re-offering my services for next year.