Solstice
Strangers gather atop the bluff.
Brought together to celebrate the light.
Bound together by food, drink and laughter—they
celebrated not just the light in the sky, but that in each other as well.
Strangers gather atop the bluff.
Brought together to celebrate the light.
Bound together by food, drink and laughter—they
celebrated not just the light in the sky, but that in each other as well.
Reblogged this on Vanity Wasted and commented:
This was the first year I went. I kind of owed it to myself as im Wiccan AND live not 6 miles from both Stonehenge and Avebury. The only way I can describe the night was magical and an experience I intend to relive every year until I die