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Solstice at Stonehenge

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.








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