We had grand plans for summer solstice. We’d organised a ceremony to celebrate with friends. It was going to be fun.
Instead, for reasons as yet under process, we had a massive emotional shakedown. It was distressing, discombobulating and eventually, cathartic. I’m still reeling from the tremors.
“If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans”
Here’s a note from the longest day in 2018.
This blog post has been added retrospectively because the disruption of the weekend meant that I didn’t post at the time.