course, there's a legend about the Rollright Stones:-
Of course there was a catch. Still is. Take those seven steps towards Long Compton, and a surprising little mound turns up, and blocks the view. Kings roaming around the English legendary countryside should know better. Witches are full of tricks. And verses.
So, there's this eight foot standing stone near the top of a rise, and an elder tree looking suitably witchy, and, on the other side of the road, a circle of stoned squaddies.
The Victorians added a few garnishes to the tale. The stones are said to go down-hill to drink from a brook at midnight on New Year's Eve; the King and his soldiers only sleep, to re-awaken in England's hour of need; the stones resist being moved, and curse those who try; the stones of the circle can never be counted, not to the same total twice. A fairly disappointing collection of tales, mostly borrowed from other sites, in other parts of the country. Stones is Stones.