Its the longest day of the year and it’s all downhill from here. It may be raining like buggery, but try to enjoy the day. I’m going to sit inside, watch the garden soak up the rain and drink tea.
Just at the moment I’m reading Richard Fortey’s A Hidden Landscape: A Journey into The Geological Past, which has given me a new respect for whatever mechanism it was that was used to move these bluestone behemoths from Wales to Wiltshire. Fortey is the most lyrical and poetic of science writers, and I’m enjoying the book so much I’m trying not to read it too fast, because then it’ll be over.
I hate it when that happens.
