No, not the Rolling Stones.
The still stones.
But back to Menorca and the big news surrounding their stones.
This particular small Balearic island stands poised to grab UNESCO World Heritage Status for its many Talayotic archaeological sites (yes, I had to look the word up too.)
Built as creamy-crumbling tombs, walls and walkways, Menorca has a staggering 1574 of these prehistoric places.
I managed to hot foot it to two: Naveta des Tudons and Poblado Torre d’en Galmes.
It was one of those days where spring stood on the brink of summer. When the grass swayed, bees buzzed and the sun tried a few warm up routines rather than switching on full blaze.
I strolled around these beautiful areas.
But I found it hard to bring them alive.
But joking apart, they’ve helped to span the centuries, to imagine these stones, these grasses alive with the chatter and chaos and piety and absurdity that describes the human experience.
Perhaps the info famine will change when the UNESCO award arrives.
At Poblado Torre d’en Galmes, I leave my guide on the high slope and pick my way around the rocky earth below. Beneath arches. Into tombs.
The only sound of life is the thump and slight scratch of my boots on the ground. The artificial snap my camera makes as I line up photo after photo.
It’s disorientating. Which is real? The stories from thousands of years ago as told by these rocks? Or my temporary presence here, gone before I’ve arrived, no hint of me remaining?
Whatever the answer, the longer I walk in and around these sites, I realise how much I was wrong.
There is life here. Just quiet life. Slow moving life. The kind that curls up at the break of day yet grows roots that last hundreds of years.
As spring tips into the summer, these cream and pallid stones form a backdrop for golden grass speckled with colour. Scarlet poppies, giant fennel, wild garlic and violets peek out from behind the olive trees and the distinctive Aleppo pine.
Nature, as always, lays claim to the past, the present and the future, no matter what man has in store. Whether we’re talking about lowly travel writers with their boots and their notes or the mighty UNESCO World Heritage Site decisions.
Nature always has her way.
I travelled to Menorca as part of a project between iAmbassador and Visit Menorca. As ever, as always, I’m free to write what I like – and that includes mulling over the lyrics of Bob Dylan.
*Now it’s even easier than ever to to get to Menorca with EasyJet’s new London Southend to Mahon Menorca route