This happened on June 21st at about 3:47am, and I'm only posting about it now because my mate finally convinced me I wasn't going mad.
My girlfriend and I had driven out to the Plain to watch the sunrise (we're a bit hippy-dippy like that). We parked near Stonehenge - not right at it, about half a mile away, proper remote - and got out of the car with a flask of tea. Weather was perfectly clear, stars everywhere, that sort of beautiful night you get maybe once a year.
Around 3:45am, we both heard this sound. It wasn't quite a hum, wasn't quite a pulse... rhythmic is the only word I can use. And the stones - I'm almost certain I saw them glow. Not brightly, just this faint bioluminescent sort of thing. We stood there for about 15 seconds before my girlfriend grabbed my arm and we both bolted back to the car without speaking.
We didn't discuss it for three days. When we finally did, we'd both remembered it identically, which honestly spooked us more than the actual experience. I've got a geology degree, so I know about phosphorescence and atmospheric phenomena, but I can't square it with what we experienced.
Has anyone else had similar encounters at significant dates or places?