Mid Summer 2011

We celebrate nature. The sun at it's highest. In the north it is important. Religions coming out of the middle east wouldn't have understood that. Our winters are long, and our summers short. Like bees we are busy when the sun shines. The winters were dangerous for our ancestors. At Yule they at last knew the sun would begin its journey back another year. In the winter, candles to banish the dark. Stories to tell around the fire. Mid summer should be dancing and laughter.

The weather is the weather and it was changable as it has been for weeks all across northern Europe. Sunshine and showers. At the criticle moment to set up at Domsand it rained. No blue sky to be seen, so we set up under canvas. The warmth of the people and their company makes up for the poor weather easily. Actually here is a thought. There is no bad weather, just the wrong clothes! The rain is also good for the crops.

I put a bottle of scotch on the table that didn't taste great with the herring. It got drank anyway. Schnapps is best though. There was dancing. Mainly the girls, but especially after a few drinks I cannot resist. Doing the frog dance around the phalus of leaves always makes me laugh.

The hangover was impressive, so why the hell did I only score LOW on the alcohol meter? If this is what it feels like to be sober it is over rated. Another thought. Most traffic accidents are caused by sober people. Scary!

As I recover from our celebration, in a tiny village in central England with it's little medieval church, friends are preparing for the annual pig roast. No mention of mid summer. Maybe it's too far south, but the principle is the same. Celebrate the light.