I just happened to be up at the crack of dawn (or actually quite a while later) in time to watch the sun rise above the horizon, and the scene through my front window had that golden orb shining between the tall trees in the park opposite. Unfortunately I wasn’t sharp enough to grab my camera, but the closest I could find was this.
The sun reflecting off the white side door had a buttery creaminess to it, reminding me of how special the sunrise is at that time of year.
I only joined the throng at Stonehenge once and was most disappointed by the lack of respect of the lumpenproletariat as they swarmed all over the stones and left their detritus behind. And it was cloudy! This year’s figure mentions 25 thousand – my idea of hell. I much prefer the celebration at Avebury – much smaller and more spiritual, although plenty of entertainment with drummers and fire-poi dancers.
It’s been a while since I did the epic drive – these days the spirit is willing, but you know the rest. I keep promising myself to do Glastonbury Tor one year – we’ll see.
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