And belatedly to you!
Summer Solstice is always bittersweet for us — we recall the 'gatherings' at which my pagan father-in-law used to celebrate the event. In the end they wee mini-festivals, with about 3-400 people attending, local bands played, a local troupe put on plays, the local pub keep the beer flowing ... there was a ceremony to the spirits, the firing of the burning arrow into a sunwheel, fireworks, a procession round a maze, songs round the campfire ... my daughters grew up with them, and we let them 'do their own thing', and the memories are all rather special.