That’s the longest day done with for another year. It’s now just a steady downhill slide back into the murky depths of winter. Before you know it, it’ll be dark when you drive to work, dark when you get home from work, and the only natural light you’ll see will be out of the office window. Or when you struggle outside in the wind and rain at the weekend to put the pizza boxes in the dustbin. Ancient civilizations have long celebrated the summer solstice, which means they must have been pretty damn clever, as I’m pretty sure they didn’t have calendars on smartphones in those days. Or Wikipedia. As always, I celebrated the dawning of this annual occasion by dancing naked around some ancient stones. The staff at the Garden Centre weren’t all that impressed to find me in their Rockery section to be honest, especially at they didn’t open unit 9am. Come to think of it, stopping to ask them what time the cafe would be open mid way through a particularly fine “Ommmm” probably didn’t ...
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