
Yesterday was the shortest day of the year in Oz, and the longest day of the year in the Motherland. I'd never thought about how that would be the case on the same day until then.
In the UK, and particularly Wiltshire where I'm from, the
Summer Solstice (as it is there) means the wonderful crazies and pagans come out in force to dance around and worry the police at Stonehenge and Avebury (OK, so crazies isn't a very politcally correct term but I'm not in the UK anymore!).
Having lived just down the road from Avebury Stone Circle all my childhood, I had the pleasure of witnessing these usually peaceful gatherings for myself. And let me tell you, they don't call it Weird Wiltshire for nothing!
There's something very magical about Stonehenge and Avebury though. You've gotta love that mystery and today, I miss you Wiltshire! With your stone circles, crop circles, ancient burial mounds, inexplicable
Silbury Hill and UFO sightings, you will always be home.