STANDING solemnly over Salisbury Plain, Stonehenge has witnessed millennia unfold and change the beautiful landscape that surrounds it. Perhaps it was the air of mystique that shrouded the site for centuries—from tales of long-forgotten ancestors to speculations about giants and aliens—that captivated and persuaded Sir Cecil Herbert Edward Chubb to put in a bid for a plot of land he could never develop.
Sir Cecil, then Master Chubb, was born in the village of Shrewton, only four miles west of Stonehenge. His beginnings were somewhat humble. His father was the village saddler and harness-maker, as had been his grandfather. Although
