A day late, but happy summer solstice to you all.
Here’s to our imminent descent into darkness.
Obvious attitude issues aside, I’ve long suspected that I’d be a rubbish Pagan. All that outdoor activity for one thing, the prospect of disrupted sleep patterns for another
I would have loved to celebrate the longest day fully, but I overslept in the morning and nodded off while it was still light.
Those Druids must get all their kip in during the darker months.
fat tart 