A little something I wrote last year, just prior to the summer solstice and on the first anniversary of my mum's death. Seems appropriate again now as some of us take off for the magic of Callanish, go to our own quiet place, or just decide to stay at home :-)
<i>Coming up to midnight, Friday, 2005. Car loaded, water and a sandwich in the fridge for the journey down tomorrow. Leaving Essex a little after 4am. Lock the doors, climb into the cockpit, first stop mum and dad at the back of Pewsey churchyard - safe now in their circle and mine. Fresh flowers and a solstice smile to them and all that went before. Then gently into the Vale of Pewsey. Windows down. Wind blowing a year's worries away. Skylarks and the still heady smell of elderflower. And before the people gather there, a quite stroll around my favourite Avebury stones and secret bank - still mist-surrounded and expectant.</i>
We really do not live to see that many summers - certainly not that many to waste upon tiredness and misunderstanding. So, for what it's worth, I hope you enjoy what looks to be a lovely and very special weekend.
Happy travelling.
Littlestone
