Summer solstice at Avebury

Good grief, it’s only 11 o’clock – I’ve been up for 7 hours already. Kes is asleep on the sofa and I’m here at the computer typing a few weary words on the last 24 hours. Actually the last 24 hours started 29 hours ago as Duncan was picking us up at 7 to squash us into his car to take us off to Avebury for the solstice. It’s one of these sort of days that turn out to be a bit of a blur – you have a natter over a cup of tea, fling up a tent, drink a celebration 6x, play a few tunes round the gas stove  and hey presto it’s lunch time. Pint in the Red Lion, Gorsedd time, a bit of socialising and a few more tunes  – who forwarded the time to 8 o’clock. I’m rather whisking through this but it’s a bit how it felt and the old brain box isn’t quite firing on all neurons. After the sunset observance we were treated to the Kings drummers who put on a reenactment of the birth of the Phoenix. After that and a bit of nattering round about the camp stove we only had about 3 hours for a rather broken nap before we were up again to see the dawn in. It just a fleeting note for a big day but there’s albums of pictures for you to have a wee look at which I hope will illluminate my scribbling here. Thanks to Jan and Duncan for the weekend, without whom it would just have been a trip by bus on Saturday, thanks to everyone else whose company we had over the weekend and of course to Kes (xx)