A magical morning for midsummer.
The last time I touched the stones I was old enough to be plonked on one and sat whilst the grown-ups walked around. I know when they closed access to the stones so I know I must have been under 3. But I remember it well.
I remember the fight to get access to the stones for people to have the right to visit.
And I remember the tales of the harrowing horror of Battle of the Beanfield and the devastating part of a long history violence against traveller and Roma communities.
And here I stood - standing where people had stood for time - to celebrate and connect and to feel their space in it all.
It was magical.
Happy solstice.
