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Radio Times articles, from 2003-2005

Escape-proof???
Sounds Familiar
The Hounding of the Royals 
Disgusted of Tunbridge Wells?
The Mystery of the Stones
Going Loco
Troy
Pedal Power
Dentures
Obesity
Genius Sperm
Ultimation
Sandals, Slaughter and Sex
Greased Lightning
Flying Saucers
Aztecs
Venus
The Stuarts
The Ascent of Man
Test-tube Tantrums
RT Mastermind
Medical Marvels
Engineering Triumphs
Eccentricity
Surreal Estate
Offshore Wind Farms
Nothing to Loos
Groovy
A Bridge Too Far
Flogging a Dead Horse
Worst Jobs
Asteroid Alert
Eureka Years
Crash
Inspired
The Man Who Missed Dinosaurs
The Sagger-maker's Bottom-knocker
The Master
Naming Nature
Albert Einstein
Environmental Scariness
Geronimo!
Ancient Plastic Surgery
The Ancients
Gold in Them Thar Banks and Braes
Animal Magnetism
Egyptians
Technophilia
HIGNFY
Panem et Circenses
Tambora
That Spotty Old Sun
Telling Stories
Beethoven's Hair
A Blind Eye
Comets
Medrocks

Other articles

Thomas Crapper  
Thunder, Flush and Thomas Crapper, 1997
The birth of the bike 
Eureekaaargh!, 1999
Romans were streets ahead 
Daily Telegraph, November 2000
The Pioneers who Invented Progress 
Daily Telegraph, August 2001
A tough mistake
Chemistry Review, September 2001
At home and school in 1952 
The Times, June 2002
Newton and the rotten apple 
Daily Telegraph, 11 September 2002
World Toilet Day
Daily Telegraph, 19 November 2004

 

 

      

The mystery of the stones

Fifty years ago my mum said we might go and camp at Stonehenge and watch the sunrise on midsummer’s day. This sounded fun, and I dug out of a dusty cupboard what I thought was my dad’s wartime tent, but sadly turned out to be only a canvas chair, wide-bummed officers for the use of. We did go to Stonehenge for a picnic; we parked near a trilithon and sat on one of the fallen stones to eat our sandwiches. There were no fences, souvenir shops, druids, travellers, hippies, or police, but life was different then.

My interest was reawakened in 1965 by Gerry Hawkins’s book Stonehenge Decoded. Hawkins, a friendly chap whom I met some years later for lunch at the Explorer’s Club in New York City, had pulled off a clever trick. Computers were new in the mid-60s, and not generally available. So I and many others were amazed that he had got his hands on one and used it to investigate an ancient mystery. What was more, he claimed that his new computer revealed that Stonehenge was an old computer, built to record and predict dates.

 Stand behind one of the stones and look past the edges of it and another stone, and you see a point on the horizon. Hawkins fed the positions of the stones into his computer, and found many alignments which pointed to rising and setting points of sun and moon. Unfortunately there are so many alignments – 27,000 according to Hawkins - that they are bound to do so, just by chance; so even the most brilliant computer analysis can’t prove much.

 We still don’t know exactly why the stones were erected, although it seems mainly to do with the winter solstice. On the shortest day of the year – around 21 December - the sun rises exactly on several obvious sight-lines between the stones. To predict the exact day, year after year, would surely have been good for the street-cred of the priests. More important the agricultural community could then begin to think about planting new crops.

 What surprises me most about Stonehenge is not that the druids have claimed it for their own, but that the Christians have not done so. After all, they decided to attach the nativity story to the pagan midwinter festival; so why not claim that Stonehenge was an early Christian cathedral?

 

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