Today is the Summer Solstice and as such is the longest day of the year and the first day of summer. Around the world and throughout history rituals and celebrations have been tied to the solstice for its astronomical and spiritual significance and here in Britain thousands of people gather every year on the night before to wait for the sun to come up over the stones at Stonehenge.
I'm always in awe of Stonehenge every time I visit and it never ceases to amaze me how on earth those stones were put there in the first place! Lovely place to visit and looked after by English Heritage
I don't know about anyone else but I seem to recall my childhood summers as being just that, sunny days and blue skies. The school summer holidays seemed to go on forever, the days were long and us kids at 7 or 8 years old would spend hours playing over the local park or crabbing on the beach, playing by ponds, jumping across dykes, swinging from trees and only going home to grab a bite to eat and to let mum know that we were okay. I actually think she would have had a fit if she'd known where we'd been hanging out all day but we came to no harm.
I remember balmy summer evenings when our parents used to natter with the neighbours over the garden fence until all hours, when the gnats were biting and the bats were flying low and the knowledge that we had the whole summer ahead of us. Was it really like that - did we have sunshine all summer, did it never rain or am I just romanticising? I'd love to hear your thoughts.
Today in Essex its absolutely gorgeous, the sun is shining and the skies are blue - for how much longer I've no idea but people keep telling me to make the most of it!
See you soon
PS - welcome to my new follower Ulrika, nice to have you on board.