Ripping yarns, beautiful lies and a few home truths.
There were more than a few umbrellas at last night's bonfire and the weather is mad today - a big low coming through.
The sun actually rose over Stonehenge this year.
Isn't it supposed to do that, like every year?
Wishing you a happy winter solstice.
Thank you Heron
Maybe Tom means there was a proper clear sky? I'm in despair here that we've reached the turning point just two weeks after I stopped wearing my ugg slippers and dressing gown. Much as I love the many good things about living in the hippy far north, late summers leave me anxious and cheated.
Yes I imagine that the winter or summer solstice become far more significant the further north or south we live. (sorry about your lack of a summer)