Maybe, just maybe… if I’d grown up in the northern hemisphere and was born the son of a pagan druid, the summer solstice may have had some special meaning for me. But alas… the only meaning it has is one of dread! Yep… when the summer solstice swings around we begin the countdown to the dark winter months! DREAD! Not druid… dread!
However, I may not have mentioned the solstice if it wasn’t for a friend who lives even further north. Finland. Now… that’s way up there. But you see… Khaya asked me what I made of the event. So, as Khaya and I have a few things in common, I thought I’d better do something to celebrate the passing of the longest day. I drove over the hill. The Wicklow Mountain. Yep… I chose to take the long road home. Why? Because it’s the beautiful way. If I passed 20 cars/ vans/ campers/ bikes/ mopeds then it was rough going. OK… maybe 30. So… I’ll show you a few of the pics I took… of the green and pleasant countryside!
Happy Friday… as always, don’t do what I wouldn’t!