21st June 2010

Well it’s been a medical few weeks lately. My brother is in a Newcastle hospital at the moment so I have trekked up there with Nick a couple of times. Had myself a tooth pulled out and had to collect Mike from the hospital after a frozen shoulder episode. I’ve had quite enough for the moment. So long as Nick doesn’t chop off any fingers anytime soon I’ll be ok.

The cycle runs and in the clock of the seasons strikes 12 noon for the Solstice and in chimes the summer with a melody of dragonflies climbing into the azure sky riding on the soft winds that enter the dawn and kiss the Heel stone. Now silent Stonehenge is devoid of druids, golden sickles and sacrifices. It embraces its destiny as pointer to the stars revolving high above the earth. The industry of the Neolithic age stands as a fitting shadow to shade our advances and remind us that it is summer, we are finite and the earth shall live forever in a billion more cycles that culminate in the harmony of the birth of summer.